Grateful am I,
For the mother you were, and still remain—
A pillar strong beneath my feet,
Guiding this foolish heart when I stray.
Grateful am I,
For every patient word you've spoken,
Shaping me, a son bettered by your grace.
Grateful am I,
For every dawn you braved the road,
Carrying me toward a future, unafraid.
Each gentle touch, each quiet deed,
A whisper of your steadfast love.
Grateful am I, Mother,
For even the smallest acts you bestowed,
They bloomed in my heart, seeds of care untold.
Know this truth:
Though I fail to say it enough,
My love for you is deeper than the sea.
Before I drew my first breath,
Your love was the very air I breathed.
I love you, Mother,
More than words may show—
You are my world, my endless peace,
The first light that ever graced my soul.
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