15/03/2026
In the Embrace of Motherhood
In the garden where love first blooms,
A seed is sown in gentle wombs.
With whispers soft as the dawning light,
Mothers cradle dreams, fierce and bright.
A lullaby floats on the evening breeze,
Comfort woven through all gentle pleas.
With hands that heal and hearts that mend,
A mother’s love knows no end.
Yet shadows creep where absence lies,
In the silence, a heart softly cries.
For loss etches deep with a hollow ache,
In the memory of warmth that time can’t shake.
A yearning stirs in the depths of the soul,
To nurture, to guide, to make a heart whole.
In every glance, hope paints the sky,
As the wish to embrace the next generation flies.
In this tapestry of love, we find,
Every woman holds a mother’s kind.
With laughter shared and tears weep,
Together we sow what we long to keep.
Mothers of friends, sisters, and kin,
Mothers of dreams and places we’ve been.
With every gesture and every kind word,
A legacy flourishes, quietly stirred.
So let us honor the mothers we’ve lost,
A tribute of love, however high the cost.
In the cycle of life, we find our roles,
All women are mothers, nurturing souls.
In the embrace of each other, we stand,
Holding the world in our tender hands.
For in every heartbeat, in every embrace,
Lies the spirit of motherhood, a sacred space.
