Ode to Mothers: The Dream of Freedom
In gentle arms, a nation’s heart,
A mother cradles freedom’s start.
With every breath, her hope is clear,
To raise her child without the fear
That freedom’s promise might decay
Or slip through tender hands one day.
She dreams for them a world that’s kind,
Where love is fierce, yet unconfined.
A land where voices rise as one,
Where no small light is left undone,
And every child can grow to see
The boundless gift of liberty.
For mothers plant the seeds of grace,
In every child, each growing face,
And watch them climb with hearts aflame,
To carve their path, to make their name.
She teaches them to walk as free,
To hold their heads in dignity.
With eyes that shine, she watches near,
As they embrace, and shed their fear.
She hopes that as they find their way,
They’ll know that love can never stray,
That bonds of peace and common cause
Can outlast fear, and fire, and laws.
For every mother knows the weight
Of futures bound by freedom’s fate.
She prays that they’ll not walk alone,
In lands that make all voices known,
Where dreams are not a whispered plea,
But truth, alive for all to see.
So let her child grow strong and wise,
With freedom shining in their eyes.
A mother’s love, a sacred trust,
That freedom’s worth each right, one trusts
Of hope against the rising tide
That seeks to break what’s held inside.
In them, she sees the strength to stand,
The courage carved by her own hand.
For mothers know what some forget—
That liberty’s a lifelong debt.
To raise a child, to let them be,
Is to honor love, and equality.
So mothers all, we owe to you
The freedom we each hold as true.
You plant the roots that let us grow,
In lands of peace where hope can show.
And with each child you send to soar,
The dream of freedom lives once more.
Civitasvox
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