My Mother: The Eternal Goodness

As I spread my wings and chase dreams, goodness weeps for well-being. In the quiet moments of reflection, I remember all the lessons taught during my life's journey. These lessons were imparted by a source of boundless love and wisdom—my mother.

From this goodness, I learn to walk the world. She is the one who holds my tiny hands and guides me through the labyrinth of life. Every step I take is a testament to her patience and unwavering support. The times I roam freely, feeling the world is my playground, it is her protective gaze that watches over me.

Every fall is met with a hand that lifts me, my goodness. In my moments of weakness and despair, it is she who offers comfort and strength. My mother, my first teacher, and my dearest friend, embodies this goodness. She teaches me not just to walk but to embrace life with courage and compassion.

This goodness, filled with love, is my mother. Her sacrifices, her endless nights of worry, and her unspoken prayers have shaped the person I am today. She has been my anchor in the stormy seas of life, the light that guides me home.

As the world races on and I am swept along with it, I often wonder: when will I return this love? How can I ever repay the endless debt of gratitude I owe her? The truth is, I do not know how to give it back; forgive me, my life.

In acknowledging this, I am reminded that perhaps the greatest way to honor her is by living a life that reflects the values she instills in me. To love unconditionally, to support others in their times of need, and to cherish every moment with those we hold dear.

Mother, your goodness is eternal, your love unmeasurable. As I navigate the complexities of life, your lessons remain my guiding light. Thank you for being the foundation upon which I build my dreams.