Générateur de Poèmes IA Gratuit

On August's twenty-fifth, a day so dear, I pen this ode, Mom, hold it close and hear. A son's heart speaks in gentle, loving rhyme, To honor you, my mother, for all time. Though you deem birthdays as mere passing hours, To me, they hold great worth like blooming flowers. For on this date, our lives were intertwined, A bond unbreakable, forever signed. With every breath I take, your love's the air, Guiding me through life with tender care. Through joys and sorrows, you've stood by my side, A beacon of strength, my unwavering guide. Your selfless heart beats to nurture and heal, A pillar of love that no words can reveal. The sacrifices made, both seen and unseen, Forever etched, in memories serene. Your smile, like sunlight peeking through the clouds, Melts away worries, erasing life's shrouds. In your embrace, I find solace and peace, A haven of warmth where all troubles cease. How could I let the day pass without cheer? When your existence fills my soul, so clear. Each year, I'll celebrate the gift of you, My anchor, my compass, forever true. So, on this day, let jubilance resound, For you, dear mother, in whom love is found. With grateful hearts, we'll gather, sing and play, Honoring you on your special day. Mom, your birthday is more than just a date, It's a chance to cherish, commemorate, and elate. For you mean everything, beyond measure, My guiding star, my eternal treasure.

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