Few of my fondest A to Z memories of my mother, from childhood to adult.

In the garden of life, a bloom so divine,
A presence so pure, like the sweetest of wine.
Her love, a beacon, in the darkest of night,
Guiding my steps with a soft, gentle light.

In the tapestry of time, her threads are spun,
A tale of devotion, second to none.
Her laughter, a melody, that echoes in my soul,
A lullaby of comfort that makes me feel whole.

Her hands, like angels, cradle dreams untold,
In her warmth, a haven, where hearts find gold.
Through trials and triumphs, her strength stands tall,
A fortress of love, unwavering through all.

Her eyes, two windows to a world so kind,
Reflecting a love that transcends space and time.
In every hug, a universe unfolds,
A story of love, more precious than gold.

Her sacrifices, a testament so rare,
A silent symphony, composed with care.
In the symphony of life, she's the sweetest song,
A melody of love that lasts lifelong.

Oh, mother dear, with a heart so vast,
In your embrace, all worries cast.
Your love, a tapestry, woven with grace,
An eternal embrace, a sacred space.

In every heartbeat, in every breath,
A love so enduring, conquering death.
For you, my mother, my guiding star,
In your love, I find who we truly are.