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In the dawn's gentle glow, she would rise,

With a tender touch and loving eyes.

Her smile, a beacon of warmth and care,

A mother's love beyond compare.

 

Through childhood's trials, she'd hold our hand,

Guiding us with patience, helping us understand.

Her voice, a lullaby in times of distress,

A soothing balm, a source of solace.

 

Her laughter echoed in our joyful play,

Her presence brightened every single day.

But as time passed, the shadows grew,

And life's cruel winds began to blew.

 

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Her steps grew slower, her smile less bright,

Yet she carried on, fighting with all her might.

Her body weakened, her spirit remained strong,

A warrior in silence, enduring for so long.

 

Days turned into nights, and nights into years,

As we watched her fade, consumed by tears.

Her love, a flame that refused to die,

Even as we whispered our last goodbye.

 

 

Now she's a memory etched in our hearts,

A guiding star, though we're far apart.

Her love remains, a legacy so grand,

A mother's love, forever in our hands.