Thy love, a rose, hath blossomed through the years,
As time’s embrace hath touched thy brilliant grace,
With every age, a tale of joys and fears,
Thou art a masterpiece, time can’t efface.
The years have passed, and yet thy beauty thrives,
In motherhood, thy grace doth brightly gleam,
As children’s laughter in our humble lives,
Bestows upon thy countenance a dream.
Thy eyes, where maternal wisdom’s fires burn,
Reflect the love that in our hearts reside,
In life’s sweet journey, we both take our turn,
With every step, in thee, I find my guide.
As seasons change, and life’s great story’s penned,
Thy beauty blooms, time’s gift, my dearest friend.
Hayden Coombs 