A Mother's Day Ballad

 A Mother’s Day Ballad

I

When sunrise drapes the world in gentle gold,

We walk the garden where her lilies grow,

The scent recalls the stories she once told—

In heaven’s hush, she hears the love we sow.

II

Her hands, now folded in the quiet light,

Had steadied storms and mended broken seams;

We lay a rose upon the soft, bright night,

And feel her smile within our whispered dreams.

III

On Mother’s Day the church bells softly chime,

A chorus lifts the prayers we send above;

Each note a thread that weaves through endless time,

She watches, cradling us with endless love.

IV

The clouds may part, yet never dim her glow,

For every sunrise paints her face anew;

We hear her lullaby in rivers’ flow—

Her song remains, a beacon pure and true.

V

She taught us how to rise when shadows fall,

To plant our hope where doubts had taken root;

Now every step we take recalls her call,

Her wisdom guides us in each quiet pursuit.

VI

So on this day we raise our hearts and say,

Though years have taken her from earth’s domain,

She walks beside us on the Milky Way—

In heaven’s garden she still sings, love’s refrain.