Wayne Orr

Writer 🕹️ Poet 🕹️ Lyricist

A Mother’s Love

In fields of love, a mother stands, Her touch like soft, guiding hands. Through every laugh, through every tear, Her gentle presence always near.

She weaves the threads of care and grace, In every smile, in every embrace. Her love, a beacon, steady and true, Guiding her children in all they do.

With whispered words and tender kiss, She heals the wounds, she calms the abyss. In her embrace, all worries cease, For she’s the heart of boundless peace.

On this day, we honor her light, Her endless love shining bright. For all she gives, for all she imparts, A mother’s love, forever in our hearts.