By Thanmayi Buddhavarapu
In the morning light, Mom’s smile is a sunrise,
In the morning light, her warmth never dies.
In the kitchen’s embrace, her love takes its form,
In the kitchen’s embrace, where memories swarm.
With a touch so gentle, she heals every bruise,
With a touch so gentle, love will never lose.
In the hush of night, her lullabies hum,
In the hush of night, a soothing kingdom.
Through every trial, her strength stands tall,
Through every trial, she catches us when we fall.
In laughter and tears, her presence is balm,
In laughter and tears, she’s a soothing calm.
In the art of sacrifice, she paints with grace,
In the art of sacrifice, a selfless embrace.
Through each step we take, she guides our way,
Through each step we take, a sunlit ray.
In memories crafted and moments shared,
In memories crafted and secrets dared.
In the book of life, her chapters shine,
In the book of life, an eternal design.
Mom, the heartbeat of our family’s song,
Mom, the keeper of love, strong.
With each heartbeat, your name we call,
With each heartbeat, our love, an endless sprawl.