For Mother’s Day

In shadows soft, my mother’s gone,

Yet love’s embrace lingers on.

With nieces bright and sisters fair,

Cousins close, friends who care.

Each heart, a mother’s tender grace,

In every smile, a warm embrace.

Together, we weave a tapestry,

Of bonds that shape our destiny.

For mothers, many, in varying forms,

Nurture us through life’s fierce storms.

With gratitude, we hold them near,

Their echoes guide, forever dear.