In the garden of dreams, she blooms like the dawn,
A tapestry woven with threads of the sun,
Her love, a river that flows without end,
In every ripple, whispers of warmth, my friend.
With patience like mountains, steadfast and strong,
She holds the wild storms, sings the softest song.
Her arms, a haven where shadows take flight,
Cradling the stars that dance in the night.
Empathy’s echo in her gentle gaze,
A mirror reflecting the heart’s hidden ways.
In the silence, she hears every unspoken plea,
Each tear a story, each laugh a decree.
Support like the roots of the ancient oak tree,
Grounding our dreams, setting our spirits free.
With words like sweet rain on parched, thirsty ground,
She nurtures our hopes, where love knows no bound.
Discipline soft as the dawn’s golden light,
Guiding our steps through the darkness of night.
With boundaries woven like a strong, sturdy thread,
She teaches us courage, not fear to be led.
Her resilience shines like the stars in the sky,
A beacon of strength, a reason to fly.
In her selfless embrace, we find our true worth,
A chorus of love, the song of our birth.
So here’s to the mother, the heart of our home,
In her garden of grace, forever we roam.
With each tender virtue, she paints our life’s art,
A masterpiece crafted with love from the heart.
BY ALEM HAILU G/KRISTOS
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD SUNDAY EDITION 11 MAY 2025
