Upon this day, the sixty-second year, A tapestry of love unwinds, so dear. A mother, selfless, with a heart so wide, A beacon of warmth, where all may reside. No boundary of creed, or age, or need, Could fence the garden where she plants her seed. Her kindness waters every wilted soul, A gentle grace that makes the broken whole. In giving, she seeks nothing for her own, In every silent act, her love is shown. Through trials where others might dare to halt, She carves a path without a single fault. For you, dear mother, words fall soft and shy, Yet know your love is etched in every sigh. In depths of my heart, your light forever stays, Sweetest of souls, loved in endless ways.