A mother is a gentle light,
A steady hand through every night.
Chosen by God with love and grace,
To nurture hearts in every place
In quiet strength, without applause.
She carries strength the world may not see,
Pouring herself out selflessly.
With whispered prayers and faithful hands,
She walks according to God’s commands.
She wipes the tears, she lifts the weak,
With wisdom born of all she seeks.
Her love reflects the Father above,
A living picture of faithful love.
Through every season, joy or pain,
Her presence comforts once again.
A mother is Heaven’s precious art,
Chosen by God for a sacred part. 🌷
Poem for Mothers from a mother