Raise your glasses high, dear friends, for today we celebrate,
The guardians of tenderness, the ones who never hesitate,
To wrap us in their warmth, like petals in a delicate embrace,
Mothers, whose love is a bouquet, adorned with every grace.

In every mother’s heart, there blooms a flower fair,
With hues of patience, kindness, and the strength to always care.
Each blossom tells a story, of laughter and of tears,
Of whispered dreams at twilight, and overcoming fears.

Like a bouquet, their love is rich, in shades both bold and bright,
A symphony of colors, weaving through the darkest night.
They gather fragrant memories, like blooms in springtime air,
And offer them to us with love, a gift beyond compare.

Some may be as vibrant as a scarlet rose in bloom,
With passion burning brightly, banishing the gloom.
Others gentle as a lily, with grace that knows no end,
Their love a soothing balm, a shelter for a friend.

Just like the petals in a bouquet, each mother’s love is unique,
A tapestry of sweetness, tender, pure, and meek.
So let us raise our glasses, to mothers far and near,
Whose love is like a bouquet, forever cherished, dear.

Happy Mother’s Day!