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In the quiet dawn, where shadows play,
Her gentle hands shape the start of each day.
With whispered wisdom, she weaves the light,
A tapestry of love that holds us tight.
Her laughter dances like sunlight on leaves,
In the heart of our home, it's where joy believes.
Through sleepless nights and weary days,
She finds her strength in countless ways.
A healer of wounds, both seen and unseen,
In her warm gaze, we find solace, serene.
She teaches us grace when storms roll in,
A steady anchor, our truest kin.
With every sacrifice, she plants a seed,
Nurturing dreams, fulfilling each need.
Her stories, like rivers, flow deep and wide,
In the depth of her heart, we forever abide.
So here's to the mothers, in all that they do,
The laughter, the tears, the love that rings true.
In every moment, both big and small,
Their spirits rise high, forever our all.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ・ω ι т ¢ н α χ я ι α・ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
