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The Love That Never Tires
Through sleepless nights and scraped-up knees,
You held me close and eased my fears.
Your patience bent but never broke,
Your love stayed steady through the years.
When storms rolled in and skies turned gray,
You were the light that found my way.
Your hands worked tirelessly for me,
And still you smiled, as bright as can be.
The world may fade, the seasons turn,
But Mom, your love is slow to burn.
It never tires, never ends,
A quiet flame that always mends.
The Hall Light Keeper
When thunder rolled and shadows grew,
I'd tiptoe down the creaking hall,
And find you waiting, soft and true,
With open arms to catch me all.
Your sleepy voice would hum a tune,
Your hand would smooth my tangled hair,
And every monster in the room
Would shrink away from your gentle care.
The night still holds its restless sighs,
But now I know the way it goes:
A hug from you dispels the fears,
And love keeps watch until the morning glows.
First and Forever
Before I knew the sound of words,
I knew the warmth of your embrace,
A steady light in every room,
A hand to hold, a gentle face.
You taught me how to take my first steps,
You caught me when I learned to fall,
And through each stumble, every lesson,
You were the one who stood through all.
The years have turned their pages slowly,
Yet still you're there with patient grace,
My first and forever friend,
The one who knows my heart's true place.
So here's my love, returned to you,
As endless as the sky is wide,
Mom, you are my first and forever friend,
And I am proud to walk beside.
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Her Steady Hands
I learned to walk on unsteady feet,
but her hands were always there,
a small and certain harbor
whenever I felt lost or scared.
They guided me through crowded streets,
they wiped my tears and brushed my hair,
and every time the world felt wide,
her warmth would still my fears.
Now, grown and far from childhood's door,
I feel the echo of that touch,
a quiet strength I carry on,
the love I've always loved so much.
Love you, Mom, for every hold,
for hands that never let me go.
Her Voice, My Compass
In the hush before the dawn would break,
Her voice would rise like a candle's glow,
Soft as a lullaby, steady and wake,
Guiding my steps through the ways I'd go.
When shadows stretched across the floor,
She spoke of courage, kindness, and light,
And every word became a door
Opening onto a path made right.
Through scraped knees and tangled dreams,
Her gentle tone would calm my fears,
A river running through the seams
Of years that rose and fell like tears.
Now grown, I hear that voice inside,
A compass humming, warm and true,
And every time I feel to hide,
I find my way because of you.
Love you, Mom, for every word,
For guiding me when I was small,
Your gentle voice, forever heard,
Is the sweetest melody of all.
Echoes of Her Laughter
Long after the supper dishes rest,
the house still holds the sound of her,
a bright refrain that rises from the floor
and lingers where the lamplight blurs.
I walk the hall and hear it bloom
from doorways that have gone so still,
a melody of kettles, songs, and jokes
that taught these walls to hum.
The chairs stay pulled out as she left them,
the window hums with morning's gold,
and every corner keeps her wit
like ribbons folded in the cold.
So I speak to rooms that cannot answer,
"Love you, Mom," soft as a prayer,
and from the silence, faint and sweet,
her laughter fills the air.
