Each dawn awakens with your care,
Before the world stirs, you’re already there.
A teacher, a mother, a giver of time,
Your heart writes blessings in gentle rhyme.
Amid the rush of early hours,
You tend your home, you plant love’s flowers.
Yet never forget, through all you do,
To send a kind thought, a message true.
You see the world with a poet’s eyes,
Raindrops glisten, spider webs rise.
Where others pass, you pause to see,
The quiet art of life’s mystery.
Curious, tender, your spirit flows,
Kindness in everything you compose.
You gather the small, the fleeting, the rare,
And weave them in words as treasures to share.
You reach out gently, your heart so wide,
Entrusting loved ones with care and pride.
That extra thought, that tender believe,
Reveals the love you quietly weave.
Dear friend, your giving knows no end,
But even the strongest hearts must mend.
So keep a little love for you and your body
A gentle rest, early sleeps, cuddles with teddy.
For you are a blessing, rare and true,
A gift this life has given anew.
And with each thought, each word you send,
I thank the heavens for such a friend.
☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸
Inspired by life of a human being.
சிகரன்
24.08.25
