In a garden of love and grace, she stands,
A beacon of warmth, with gentle hands.
My beautiful mum, a radiant light,
Guiding my path through day and night.
Her smile, a sunbeam on the darkest days,
Her laughter, a melody that always stays.
With eyes that hold a universe of care,
She's a haven of comfort, always there.
In her embrace, troubles seem to fade,
Worries and fears find solace in her shade.
Her wisdom, a treasure trove so deep,
In her presence, even the mountains leap.
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