Baskadia

In tender tones, a mother's love unfolds,

A gentle touch that warms and consoles.

Her words, like petals, soft and kind,

In hearts they bloom, forever entwined.

With every "I love you," a rose's scent,

Filling the air with sweet content.

Through trials and tears, she's there to mend,

Her love, an eternal river without end.

Her whispers, like a soothing breeze,

Bring solace to the troubled seas.

With each "You can," she fuels the fire,

In her embrace, we find our desire.

In darkest nights, her words ignite,

A beacon of hope, a guiding light.

Her warmth, a shelter from the storm,

In her arms, we feel reborn.

She paints a canvas, love's masterpiece,

With each "I'm proud," her heart finds peace.

Her words, a symphony of grace,

They heal our wounds, they leave no trace.

So let us cherish, with love unfurled,

The power of a mother's sweet words,

In every hug, in every touch,

Her love, a gift that means so much. ❤️🌹🌹

I love you mother