Happy Mothers Day

A mother’s love is quiet rain
Falling softly through our pain,
A steady hand, a whispered prayer,
A light that says, “I’m always there.”

It lives inside the smallest things—
Warm soup, late nights, the songs she sings,
The way she hides her own heartbreak
The smiles, that are really pain so beautifully faked.

A mother’s love does not demand,
It simply reaches out a loving hand.
When all the world feels cold and wild,
She still looks with love at her sweet child.

She sees the good beneath the scars,
Believes in dreams beyond the stars,
And even when the years unfold,
Her love never weakens, never grows old.

For mothers carry sacred art—
They stitch our brokenness with their heart.
And long after their voice is gone,
Their love is what we carry on.

Joyce Reynolds