In gardens where the roses bloom, Under the gold of morning's loom, A mother tends her vibrant dreams, While grandchildren chase the sunlight's beams. Birds weave songs through gentle air, Their melodies a whispered prayer. Butterflies in colors bright, Dance with grace in joyous flight. Adult children, grown and wise, Return with love in their eyes, Bearing flowers, gifts of spring, To the heart where memories cling. This day of reverence and cheer, Celebrates the love held dear, A quilt of kindness, thread of gold, In mother's garden, stories told.