A Poem for Mother’s Day
She Who Made Me She held my life In her gentle arms; The joyful unknown Of endless possibilities. Carrying the scars That she bore to bring me here, These lines…
Every single thing in existence has a purpose and deeper meaning for us to enjoy. Contentment and peace are my main pursuits; recognizing that beauty and hope surround us at all times. I believe in intentional, timely moments—not coincidence. Find rest here through creative content, modern wisdom for your soul and creativity.
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