My Mother Poem by Daniel Chapman

When I was a baby, she wrapped me in blankets,
Safe and warm, her arms my first home.
When I was a boy, she draped me in coats,
Shielding me from the cold, protecting me from the world.

Now that I'm grown, she still covers me—
Not with cloth, but with prayer,
Her love a force that never questions,
A love unstoppable, unshakable.

A mother's love is the wind beneath your wings,
The steady air that pushes you forward
Even when you can't see the path ahead.
She tells the truth, even when it hurts,
Feels the pain you hide from the world,
Knows your fears before you speak them aloud.

Mothers are God's greatest gifts to Earth,
The fresh air you breathe on a crisp winter morning,
The quiet warmth in a world that can feel so cold.
Jewell's love is an envelope of comfort,
A hidden blanket that soothes and shields your heart.

Love your mothers, for their days are too short,
And their hearts are too deep to measure.
She forgives so fully because she knows the fate we cannot yet see,
And still loves without limit, without pause.

Mother, I love every moment with you,
Even when I don't come around as much as you wish.
Know that your children love you beyond measure,
Beyond words, beyond time, beyond the stars.

If I could, I would give you the world—and more.
Momma, until your last day, rest assured
You have a son whose heart is bound to yours
By more than strings… by love eternal.

Hats off to all the mothers
Who love their children unconditionally,
Who give without pause, who shield without question.

Jewell, you are loved…
Always, forever, deeply.


To My Mother I'll For Ever Love You