Mother’s passion
A mother’s passion, deep and true,
A fire that burns in all she’ll do.
With gentle hands, she holds so tight,
Her love a beacon, pure and bright.
She wakes before the morning sun,
Her day of care has just begun.
With every step, and every chore,
Her heart beats fiercely, evermore.
Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She finds the strength in countless ways.
Her soothing voice, a lullaby,
A comfort when the tears are nigh.
She dreams for them, she hopes, she prays,
To pave their paths, to light their ways.
With every triumph, every fall,
Her passion echoes, standing tall.
For in her eyes, there’s endless grace,
A love no time or pain can erase.
A mother’s passion, fierce and wide,
Is forever her child’s guide.
