The Mother Collection

In tender twilight's whispered hush, Where dreams weave softly into dawn, There blooms a love, a gentle rush, In hearts where motherhood is drawn.

A mother's touch, a soothing balm, A lullaby that heals and sings, Through stormy nights and skies so calm, Her love unfurls on gentle wings.

In every child, her legacy, In every heart, her warmth resides, A mother's grace, a symphony, In love's embrace, she gently guides.

So here's to mothers, bold and true. They are the heart, the soul, the name.