A Beautiful Mother

She walks with the grace of a summer breeze,

Carrying strength like ancient trees,

Her skin, a canvas kissed by the sun,

A masterpiece of battles won.

Her eyes hold stories untold and deep,

Echoes of ancestors who dared to leap,

Each glance a poem, each smile a song,

A testament to where she belongs.

Her hands, calloused but soft as clay,

Shape the world in her own way,

Holding her children close to her chest,

A sanctuary where weary souls rest.

Her voice is a lullaby, tender and sweet,

A melody woven in every heartbeat,

She sings of hope, of dreams untamed,

Of breaking chains and taking names.

Her laughter rings like a Sunday hymn,

A joyful chorus, a radiant gem,

Her love is a river that never runs dry,

A wellspring of faith that reaches the sky.

She is the sun that lights the dawn,

The moon that keeps the night from gone,

A queen, a warrior, a heart of gold,

A beautiful mother — fierce and bold.

For in her arms, the world finds rest,

In her embrace, we feel most blessed,

A love so deep, so wide, so true,

A beautiful mother, through and through.