The Eternal Embrace

The Eternal Embrace
In the dawn of creation, where stars wove the skies,
Motherhood began, in whispers and sighs.
From the heart of the cosmos, where galaxies spin,
Came a force so profound, where life would begin.
First light of the morning, the birth of the day,
A mother's love kindles in a mystical way.


Through valleys of shadow, through tempest and storm,
Her presence a beacon, her touch always warm.
The cradle of night, where the lullabies hum,
In the arms of a mother, all fears become numb.
She carries the world, not just within her,
But in every soft smile, in every sweet murmur.
Her journey starts early, with whispers of fate,
In the dance of the dawn, she stands strong and straight.
The first breath she gives, with pain and delight,
A bond forged in heaven, in the darkest of night.


Her eyes see the future, her heart feels the past,
Her love is a compass, both steady and vast.
With hands that are gentle, yet strong as the earth,
She nurtures with grace, from the moment of birth.
The songs that she sings, old as the hills,
Carry wisdom and warmth, and the strength of her will.
In the quiet of night, when the world is asleep,
Her vigil continues, her promises deep.
Through childhood's laughter, through tears and through strife,
A mother's love guides, through the journey of life.
She stitches the wounds, and mends the lost dreams,
In her embrace, even the harshest world gleams.
Her lessons are simple, yet profoundly wise,
She teaches of beauty, that’s found in all eyes.
The value of kindness, of love and respect,
In every small action, her care we detect.
Through the days of our youth, she’s the wind in our sails,
The whisper in leaves, and the soft summer gales.
In each step we take, her spirit resides,
A guardian unseen, with love as her guide.
And when the storms come, as they inevitably do,
Her strength is a harbor, unwavering and true.
She shields us from harm, with fierce, tender might,
A warrior in peace, with love as her light.
Her laughter, a melody, sweet as the rain,
Brings joy to our hearts, eases every pain.
Her tears, though infrequent, fall pure and bright,
Like stars in the darkness, like candles at night.
She is the healer, the giver of life,
The solace in trouble, the end to all strife.
Her patience, a river, deep, flowing, and wide,
A testament to love, that never can hide.
In the tapestry of time, her threads are the gold,
Weaving stories of warmth, and tales untold.
Each moment a gift, each touch a caress,
In her silent support, we find our success.
As we grow and we wander, as far as we may,
Her love is the constant that never will sway.
Though time may transform us, and distances part,
We carry her essence, in our beating heart.
Her legacy lives in the smiles that we share,
In the kindness we show, in the love that we bear.
In the lessons we pass, to the children we raise,
In the echoes of laughter, that light up our days.
For motherhood's essence is eternal and pure,
A love without bounds, steadfast and sure.
It’s the moon and the stars, the earth and the sea,
A love that transcends, and sets the soul free.
And when we, in turn, face the twilight of life,
Her spirit will guide us, through joy and through strife.
In the circle unbroken, from beginning to end,
A mother's love remains, our first and best friend.
So here's to the mothers, in all that they do,
Their hearts full of dreams, and their spirits so true.
May their love be reflected, in all that we are,
For in their embrace, we find our north star.
From the dawn of the world, to the last setting sun,
A mother's love endures, when all else is done.
It’s the song of the universe, timeless and grand,
The eternal embrace, of a mother's hand.