Written by: Kristina Rai - 27006, Grade X
Posted on: 08 May, 2024
Gentle as the wind blows through her strands,
The sun kissed lips form a smile that heals a heart.
Golden iris that looks for her other soul,
In her embrace, the love never grows old.
The mother love is all she provides,
For her child is all she sacrifices.
Weavers her warmth in tender care,
Through every ounce of joy and every despair.
A garden of untouched wildflowers embroiders her heart,
For all the love that she imparts.
An eternal thread she ties between these bonds,
Within her solace blossoms unfold.
A day doesn’t count to an endless love,
A mother’s love reveals the almighty gift from above.
Thousand of letters may not reach to her way,
Cherishing for the only mothers’s day.
