Mother the first teacher

Mother, my first teacher, wise and kind, In her arms, the world's wonders I find. Her gentle voice, a guiding light, In her embrace, all fears take flight. With tender hands, she shapes my dreams, In her eyes, the universe gleams. She teaches love, with every smile, Her lessons linger, mile by mile. Through every fall, she's there to mend, Her wisdom endless, like the wind. In her heart, a boundless sea, Of patience, strength, and clarity. Mother, my first teacher, pure and true, In her love, I find my view. Her lessons echo, through the years, A symphony of hopes and fears. With every step, her spirit guides, Through life's vast and changing tides. Her teachings, etched in my soul, Mother, my first teacher, you make me whole

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