Baskadia

In a world adorned with stars above,

A tale is told of motherly love,

A symphony of grace that knows no end,

Echoing whispers only hearts comprehend.

A mother's embrace, a shelter from the storm,

A lullaby sweet, in moments forlorn,

She dances with patience, her arms open wide,

An unwavering beacon in life's changing tide.

With each step she takes, she guides the way,

A gentle compass, lighting the pathway,

Her love, like the sun, forever shines bright,

Illuminating darkness with unwavering light.

Through whispered dreams, she weaves a tale,

Of strength and courage that will never fail,

Her words, like poetry, paint colors anew,

And in her rhythm, we find love so true.

In her tender touch, secrets unfold,

A symphony of memories, precious as gold,

With gentle caress, she mends every bruise,

Embracing the wounds, and transforming their hues.

She lifts our spirits, when we're feeling low,

With arms of comfort, she helps us grow,

Her love like dewdrops, nourishing our souls,

Transforming our hearts, making us whole.

In her eyes, we see a world of wonder,

A tapestry of dreams, blooming like thunder,

She whispers encouragement through life's tribulations,

Filling our hearts with endless elation.

In her presence, there's a magical embrace,

A melody of love that cannot be erased,

She nurtures, she guides, she forever empowers,

The epitome of love, a motherly flower.

So let us celebrate the love so grand,

Of a mother's touch, of her guiding hand,

For in her embrace, miracles are bloomed,

A testament to love that will never be consumed.

With every heartbeat, her love will unfold,

A story of devotion, a tale to be told,

Forever intertwined, a love that's complete,

A mother's love, an eternal retreat.