Threads full of mixed emotions, weave the tapestry of my life-                                                                                                                                                                    

Depicting every role I am- daughter, aunt, sister, friend, wife.

Each a vibrant fiber, each love a vital part-

All stitched within the fabric, of a full and grateful heart.

Each color tells a story, every strand, a path I've known-                                                                                                                                                          

But the thread of motherhood, is the strongest ever sewn.

With instincts softly guiding, and intuition clear-
A mother feels the unspoken, she senses every fear.

 

And as the years keep braiding, moments into memory-                                                                                   That thread becomes unbreakable, in loving history.

It binds the fragile pieces, when the pattern feels unclear-                                                                                                                                                                              

A steady hand, a guiding light, a presence always near.

It’s richer, deeper, bolder, with a strength that only grows-                                                                                 A constant, stable escort, no matter where life goes.

 

My kids, Braden and Aubrie, mean the world to me-

Depicting the true meaning, of love, unconditionally.

 

Now they're young adults, navigating brilliantly-

Carrying my warmth within them, through life’s tapestry.

For still, my thread surrounds them, though they’ve found their own way-                                                                                                                                          

A bond no time can loosen, no distance can betray.

 

For in this grand tapestry, with all its shifting hues-
Where every string has meaning, every path its different views...

 

The thread of being a mother, through every test and storm-
Is the one that holds the pattern, the truest, steadfast form.

 

So here’s to all the mothers, whose quiet strength we see-
The weavers of all stories, shaping who and what will be.

For in life’s vast tapestry, through every joy and test-
The yarn of motherhood remains, impermeable and best.

 

And when this life is finished, and the final stitch is laid-
It won’t be fame or fortune, nor the plans we thought we made…

It will be love remembered, in the lives moms helped to start-
For the thread of being a mother- is the one that forms the heart.