Love of Mother

In realms of verse, I'll sing a hymn,

A sonnet spun, adored, and trimmed,

Of my dearest mother, celestial kin,

Whose essence graces this life I'm in?

Her countenance, a portrait divine,

Radiates warmth, a sunlit shrine,

With eyes that shimmer, love's eternal glow,

Her soul a tapestry, in brilliance aglow.

Her touch, a gentle zephyr's caress,

Whispers solace, in times of duress,

Her hands, a vessel of tender embrace,

Bestow upon my heart unwavering grace.

Her voice, a symphony, dulcet and clear,

Resonates deeply, allaying every fear,

Each word, a resplendent melody,

Guiding me to realms of harmony.

Her love, a river that ceaselessly flows,

Through valleys of joy, and depths of woes,

A love unyielding, transcending all bounds,

With roots that stretch, where eternity resounds.

In her wisdom's bower, I find reprieve,

A sanctuary where knowledge weaves,

She imparts sagacity, a sacred art,

Instilling wisdom, igniting my heart.

Through tempests fierce, her strength prevails,

A fortress stalwart, where hope unveils,

She stands undaunted, a beacon so bright,

Defying darkness with her radiant light.

In laughter's rhapsody, we're entwined,

Her mirth, an elixir, my spirit refined,

In her presence, a symposium of cheer,

The world transformed, imbued with cheer.

Oh, dearest mother, a treasure so rare,

Your love's tapestry, beyond compare,

This ode, a token, my soul's decree,

To honor the depths of your love for me.

In verse and prose, forever enshrined,

The bond we share, an eternal bind,

For you, dear mother, in words sublime,

Are the muse, the essence, of this rhyme