MY FIRST PERSON INMY LIFE MY MOTHER
She wipes away our hidden fears,
And understands our silent tears.
Her words can heal a broken heart,
And guide us when new journeys start.
A mother shines just like the moon,
Bringing calm and gentle tune.
Her laughter sparkles warm and bright,
Like stars that glow across the night.
She may grow tired, yet still she stands,
With endless love in both her hands.
She never asks for gifts or fame,
She simply loves without a claim.
Through changing seasons, years may fly,
Yet her sweet love will never die.
It stays within our hearts each day,
A guiding light along the way.
When we succeed, she beams with pride,
Standing happily by our side.
When we make mistakes and fall,
She still forgives and loves us all.
A mother is a priceless treasure,
Her love and care beyond all measure.
No gold or jewel can ever be
As precious as her company.She walks upon the silent floor,
With tired feet yet cheerful grace,
Carrying dreams within her heart,
And endless love upon her face.
The stars may fade, the moon may sleep,
The skies may change from gray to blue,
But nothing in this changing world
Can match a mother’s love so true.
She is the warmth of winter nights,
The cooling breeze in summer heat,
The gentle hand that lifts us up
Whenever life brings sharp defeat.
A mother is the morning prayer,
The whispered hope before we rest,
The guiding lamp through darkest roads,
The soul who always gives her best.
She hums soft songs beside the bed
When fever burns a child’s head high,
And though her own eyes ache with sleep,
She stays awake the whole long night.
No mountain stands too tall for her,
No river runs too deep or wide,
For when her children need her strength,
She stands with courage by their side.
She hides her worries in a smile,
She buries pain beneath her care,
And though the world may never know,
Her sacrifices fill the air.
She gives the larger piece of bread,
Pretending she has eaten well,
She keeps her dreams folded away,
In silent places none can tell.
Yet never does she ask for praise,
Nor seek a crown upon her head,
She only hopes her child will rise
With joyful steps and heart well-fed
She teaches kindness through her acts,
Not merely through the words she says,
She shows that love is built each day
In small and thoughtful, caring ways.
She plants the seeds of honesty,
Waters them with patience bright,
And prays they bloom in future years
Into a garden full of light.
A mother’s heart is like the earth,
Forever giving, rich and wide,
It bears the storms and endless rains,
Yet keeps new life alive inside.
She celebrates our smallest wins
As though the stars themselves had shone,
A tiny step, a little word,
And pride within her eyes is grown.
When children stumble, weak with doubt,
She does not leave them there alone,
She lifts them gently, hand in hand,
Until their inner strength has grown.
Her love is not a fleeting flame
That disappears with passing days,
It burns forever, steady, warm,
A fire that lights life’s winding maze.
Through every season of our lives,
From childhood games to aging years,
A mother walks beside our path
Through happiness and hidden tears.
She knows the meaning of goodbye,
Yet lets her children chase their dreams,
Though every farewell breaks her heart
Far more painful than it seems.
