A mother's love, a gentle flame,
That burns eternal in her heart,
Her every breath, her every aim,
Is for her child from the very start.
She watches as her child grows,
And cheers them on with each new day,
She wipes away their tears and woes,
And helps them find their own way.
With arms outstretched, she offers love,
A warm embrace that soothes the soul,
Her kindness, like a gentle dove,
Brings comfort to her child's heart and whole.
And though the world may be unkind,
And storms may rage, and skies be gray,
A mother's love will always find,
A way to brighten up the day.
So let us honor mothers true,
Whose love is steadfast, strong, and pure,
For they are the ones who see us through,
And help us find our way for sure.
That burns eternal in her heart,
Her every breath, her every aim,
Is for her child from the very start.
She watches as her child grows,
And cheers them on with each new day,
She wipes away their tears and woes,
And helps them find their own way.
With arms outstretched, she offers love,
A warm embrace that soothes the soul,
Her kindness, like a gentle dove,
Brings comfort to her child's heart and whole.
And though the world may be unkind,
And storms may rage, and skies be gray,
A mother's love will always find,
A way to brighten up the day.
So let us honor mothers true,
Whose love is steadfast, strong, and pure,
For they are the ones who see us through,
And help us find our way for sure.