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​"Heaven's Embrace: A Mother's Dream"

"Mom's Dreams Are Heaven Sent to Help Her Renew"

Rest my love, in dreams so sweet,
Where peace resides and hearts do meet.
Rest my love, in dreams so sweet, Where peace resides and hearts do meet. (Birds sing songs that hearts ensure. The skies are blue, a flawless hue, And every goal begins to come true. )

"Heaven's Embrace: A Mother's Dream"

"Mom's Dreams Are Heaven Sent to Help Her Renew"

Rest my love, in dreams so sweet,

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Where peace resides and hearts do meet.

A landscape bathed in soft moon's glow,

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Where love’s journey forever flows.

Flowers bloom with fragrance pure,

Birds sing songs that hearts ensure.

The skies are blue, a flawless hue,

And every goal begins to come true.

But then, the alarm begins to ring,

A reminder that the day will bring.

Tasks await, and duties call,

The weight of life feels hard to bear, after all.

Kids to guide and work to do,

The lawyer calls with news, untrue.

Yet in the midst of the daily grind,

A light shines bright, so warm, so kind.

My mom, so strong, with love to share,

She welcomes the kids with tender care.

Though her health may sometimes wane,

She stands with grace through every strain.

Home at last, the dog wags near,

A loyal friend, his love sincere.

The kids rush in, with open arms,

Their joy a refuge from all alarms.

Then bedtime comes, the moment dear,

When stories take us far from fear.

Of little Bethany, lost in thought,

In a forest deep, where dreams are caught.

She meets Robby, the rabbit, shy,

Together they laugh, and time slips by.

The girls are thrilled, their eyes so wide,

As their imaginations take them on a ride.

Mom’s day is done, she takes a breath,

A shower, a pause, and time to rest.

Her diary waits, as gratitude flows,

For all the love that life bestows.

She writes of blessings, simple and true,

And sleeps, her heart a peaceful hue.

In dreams, she faces all her fears,

Each prayer a whisper to calm her tears.

Her faith in God, her heart so strong,

Guides her through, where she belongs.

For dreams and prayers, they hold the key,

To face tomorrow, wild and free.

With love and grace, she rises anew,

For in her heart, the dreams come true.

And in the night, her spirit soars,

Through heaven’s light, she finds her doors.

Renewed, refreshed, she faces the dawn,

Ready to meet the day, reborn.

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