In the garden of years, a mother stands, With four daughters like blooms in her nurturing hands. She watches as petals unfold in their turn, A legacy of love, through seasons they learn. Grandchildren dance like the leaves in the breeze, Great-grandchildren frolic beneath ancient trees. Soon a great-great-grandchild will join this grand play, A testament to love, on this Mother’s Day. Time may whisper, and shadows may call, But the bonds she has woven remain over all. In the heart of her lineage, a timeless refrain, A mother’s love grows, like an endless chain.