Oh, mother, dear, your love's so true, A love that's pure, and strong, and new. You cradled me in your loving arms, And kept me safe from all life's harms.
In your embrace, I found my peace, And all my fears and worries cease. Your gentle touch, it heals my soul, And makes me feel completely whole.
Your love is like a fragrant flower, It blossoms bright in every hour. And though life's storms may come and go, Your love is steadfast, always aglow.
Oh, mother, dear, on this special day, I thank the heavens for you every day. For all the love and care you give, Is the reason why I truly live.
So let me say, with all my heart, That I love you more than any art. For in your love, I've found my way, And I'll cherish you on this Mother's Day.
Colors of the Soul: A Painter's Journey
In the silence of my studio, where once the gentle strokes of my brush created worlds of color and emotion, I now find solace in the whispered secrets of the pen. The canvas lies untouched, a blank void yearning for life, yet it is the blank page before me that beckons, that calls forth the words that have long been silent.
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