The years have woven a tapestry fine,
With threads of silver and gold that shine.
Each line on your face is a story well-told,
Of a heart that is brave and a spirit so bold.
Like your favorite Lily of the Valley,
You’ve bloomed with a grace that is quiet and true.
A delicate strength in the shade of the garden,
Refreshing our lives with the spirit of you.
You were the hand that held mine at the start,
The steadying rhythm, the beat of my heart.
Through winters of worry and summers of pride,
You’ve been the anchor, the light, and the guide.
Your wisdom now ripples like sun on a lake,
In every small choice and the paths that I take.
You’ve taught me that beauty isn’t just in the bloom,
But in the deep roots that find space in the room.
So today we celebrate all that you are,
Our family's compass, our bright morning star.
May your day be as gentle as the love you’ve sown,
The most beautiful mother we’ve ever known.
cjh
