In silence, she weeps—teardrops fall like autumn leaves,each one, a story untold,her love, deep and bold.Through years, her eyes narratethe struggle, joy, and fateof days bright and nights dark,her care, a ceaseless spark.Even when her voice falters,her strength never alters.Mother—she who bearsthe weight of unspoken prayers. Meaning A Mother’s Tears poem focuses into the emotional…
If you give a mom a muffin,You’ll see her smile begin to soften.As morning breaks, a quiet sigh,A moment’s peace, beneath the sky.But wait, there’s laundry yet to start,The kids awake with sudden art.A sip of coffee, barely warm,Amidst the morning’s cheerful storm.The muffin’s crumbs on plates will lie,Lost in the rush of time that…
In silence, her strength roots deep,Winds may howl, her vigil keeps.Each hardship met with steadfast grace,In every line upon her face.Tough as the oak, soft as the dove,Fierce in her quiet acts of love.Through storms and calm, she stands, she sways,Guiding her kin through darkest days.Tears she sheds, not seen but felt,In every blow that…
From ribbons to roses, gently tied,Echoes of lullabies softly reside.Petals and promises under her wing,Lessons of love, life’s sweetest thing.Mother’s eyes, a tender gaze,Bridal steps in sunlit haze.Fingers lace, across the seams,Dreams evolve beyond childhood beams.Hand in hand, to the aisle,Her heart beats in a rhythmic style.A soft smile, under the veil,Mother’s joy, where words…
Above the mantle, hangs her pride,A single star, in blue, it bides.Her heart a ship on stormy seas,Her thoughts as restless as the breeze.Each morning starts with hopeful eyes,Each nightfall hears her quiet sighs.Letters read a hundred times,In every line, her heart entwines.Far across a vast expanse,Her child wears courage as their stance.Under foreign skies…
In her eyes, a gentle glow,Softly, she knows just where to go.With hands that heal and lips that soothe,Her presence alone, all fears remove.She walks in steps both small and sure,Through storms and sun, her love endures.In every laugh, her warmth is heard,In every silent gaze, a word.She’s the keeper of our tales,Through shifting sands…
In shadows deep, her worries tread,Each night unfolds with silent dread.Her heart a map of scars and fights,Her hope a flicker in the nights.She holds the phone, a lifeline thrown,Each ring a pulse, a heavy stone.In every call, a breath is caught,A prayer whispered, never taught.Her eyes, two wells of quiet tears,Her strength tested through…
Each day she rises with the sun,Her quiet labors, never done.A kiss for each, a gentle frown,This is her love, her silent crown.With hands that heal and eyes that know,She guides them where they need to go.In every scold, in every cheer,Her heart’s command, always clear.Her reign within the household walls,Where laughter sings and duty…
Gentle hands, tender smiles,Nightly comforts, daytime trials.Wisdom shared in soft-spoken tones,Strength of mountains, old as bones.In kitchens warm, secrets stir—Lessons taught without a blur.In soft light, love’s threads are spun,Endless tasks, never done.Eyes that see through veils of tears,Hopes that carry through the years.With every scrape, a kiss to heal,With every fear, a courage deal.They…
In morning’s light, one tends the soil,Her hands shape earth, a tender toil.Another stirs the pot at dawn,Her song floats through, a gentle fawn.Both weave the threads of care and love,Guided by the stars above.One plants a seed, the other stirs,Each life they touch, quietly purrs.Fields that bloom ‘neath watchful eyes,Kitchens warm with sweet surprise.Mother…
