Two Mothers
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…