The Source
A mother is the beginning, the quiet force from which life flows. Her touch is safety, her heartbeat a child's first lullaby. In her arms, the world feels whole. She is the source of nourishment, love before language, comfort before words. Every need finds its answer in her presence, a gentle promise that all of life is well. From her, a child learns to trust, feels joy, and knows grace. Like the earth to a seed, she gives everything, asking nothing, the source of all life and love.
A mother is the beginning, the quiet force from which life flows. Her touch is safety, her heartbeat a child's first lullaby. In her arms, the world feels whole. She is the source of nourishment, love before language, comfort before words. Every need finds its answer in her presence, a gentle promise that all of life is well. From her, a child learns to trust, feels joy, and knows grace. Like the earth to a seed, she gives everything, asking nothing, the source of all life and love.
A mother is the beginning, the quiet force from which life flows. Her touch is safety, her heartbeat a child's first lullaby. In her arms, the world feels whole. She is the source of nourishment, love before language, comfort before words. Every need finds its answer in her presence, a gentle promise that all of life is well. From her, a child learns to trust, feels joy, and knows grace. Like the earth to a seed, she gives everything, asking nothing, the source of all life and love.
