The Silent Sacrifice

A mother’s love is soft and deep, In silent ways, it helps you leap. She hides her aches, she shields her pain, Her heart endures the endless strain. She wakes at dawn, long before light, And works until the fall of night. Her dreams set aside, her needs denied, So you can flourish, and spread wide. Her hands are tired, her spirit worn, But still she rises, reborn. Each sacrifice she makes with grace, A silent gift, a warm embrace. She gives you more than she can say, And puts her world in shades of gray. Her joy is found in your bright smile, Though her journey is often awhile. Her love, a whisper in the wind, A quiet strength that never ends. Though unseen, her sacrifices grow, A mother’s love, the purest glow.