A Century’s Bloom
A century’s bloom, a life well-spent,
A mother’s love, heaven-sent.
One hundred and two years of grace,
A journey through time, a cherished pace.
Her steps may falter, but not her mind,
Bright as a star, uniquely kind.
A matriarch, a guiding light,
Through every day, through every night.
She’s seen the world change, ebb, and flow,
Yet her wisdom’s flame continues to glow.
A testament to strength, a spirit so rare,
In her eyes, the depth of care.
So here’s to you, dear mother, on this day,
Your love’s our beacon, come what may.
For all the years, your warmth, your cheer,
We celebrate you, Mother dear.
May this Mother’s Day be filled with joy,
For the lady who’s more than time can alloy.
A toast to you, for all you are,
Our guiding star, from near or far.
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