In her arms, I found my first embrace,
Guided by her love, with gentle grace.
Through every stumble, she held me tight,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
Her sacrifices, countless and unseen,
A mother's devotion, pure and keen.
She nurtured my dreams, helped them grow,
With every tear shed, her love did show.
But as I venture forth, on my own path,
I yearn for her presence, her comforting wrath.
Though distance may separate, her spirit stays,
In every step taken, in every maze.
Now, as I stand at the edge of time's cage,
Her lessons ingrained, my guiding sage.
I'll cherish her always, in heart and mind,
A mother's love, eternally kind.
