Their arm of sacrifice was a shield,
A fortress where our hearts are healed.
Their time, their efforts, pure and true,
A love that glows in golden hue.
Through weary nights and endless days,
They shaped our dreams in tender ways.
Their whispered prayers, their guiding hands,
Built castles firm on love's commands.
For every tear they brushed away,
For all the words they failed to say,
Their actions spoke in silent grace,
A light that time cannot erase.
Oh, mothers dear, so brave, so wise,
With strength that never fades nor dies,
Today we rise with love sincere,
To thank you now and every year.
To you, sweet mum, my heart extends,
A love that never breaks nor bends.
To all who mother, love, and care,
We send our thanks, our grateful pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem