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Your Mother Is Always With You

She walks in your steps,
With a whispering breeze.
In the song of the birds,
Through the bustling trees.

In the warmth of the sun,
On your face her kiss;
In the rise of the moon,
Her enduring bliss.

In the stars' soft glimmer,
Her eyes twinkle true;
Every moment, every day,
She is there with you.
Gentle Breeze of Memory
Gentle Breeze of Memory
Moonlit Blessings
Moonlit Blessings

Meaning

Your Mother Is Always With You poem illustrates the perpetual presence of a mother’s influence and love in one’s life, even in her physical absence. It suggests that a mother’s essence can be felt in everyday occurrences and natural phenomena—like the warmth of the sun or the glow of the moon—imparting comfort and a sense of continuity in the lives of those she loves.

Inspiration Behind

As I penned this poem, I was moved by the enduring bond between a mother and her child. I envisioned her touch in the gentle warmth of sunlight, and her voice in the soothing sounds of nature. This poem is a tribute to all mothers who continue to impact their children’s lives with their wisdom and affection, transcending the physical barriers of existence. It’s a poetic reassurance that her presence is just a sense away, residing in the quiet moments of natural beauty that surround us daily.

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