Mother's But Love.... 1

Amada Paul Israel
@israelamadapaul172464
2 months ago

Quiet strength bears the weight of the night,
A crucifix of love, heavy with plight.
With every sigh, a sacrifice unfolds,
In shadows deep, her warmth breaks the cold.

Sleepless hours ripple with untold strife,
She stitches together the fabric of life.
Each tear she sheds, a river of grace,
In her steadfast gaze, children find their space.

With gentle hands, she brushes away fears,
A soothing balm for their unspoken tears.
In absence of fathers, she rises, a tower,
A fortress of love, their sheltering power.

A forgiving spirit, like Jesus she stands,
Guiding their paths with firm, tender hands.
Beloved of corrections, freedom takes flight,
For she nurtures their strength in the depths of the night.

Bearing the pain with a smile like the dawn,
Her laughter, a melody that lingers and fawns.
Teaching them wisdom through hardship and scars,
She molds their futures, igniting their stars.

As they rise to conquer the world with pride,
Her love, a lighthouse, their ever-bright guide.
Through trials and triumphs, they learn to stand tall,
Rooted in values that echo her call.

In every heartbeat, her legacy thrives,
A mother’s love, the pulse that survives.
With open arms, she watches them soar,
For in their success, she finds her encore.

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