In the garden of my heart, you bloom, A whisper of warmth in morning's gloom, Your arms are harbors, calm and wide, Where fears and dreams can safely abide. When words like tangled vines do grow, You lend an ear; you let me flow, With every hug, you mend the seams, Turning whispers to vibrant dreams. On this day, beneath the sky so vast, I gratefully speak of bonds that last, "I love you the most," in truth I say, With you, dear mother, always I'll stay. You are the sun, the moon, the shore, Everything I cherish and so much more.