Poem: Happy Mother’s Day

In realms where emerald hills embrace the sky,
Where whispers of the ancient woods abide,
A Celtic mother, with a gentle sigh,
Resides in realms where love can never hide.

Her hair, a cascade of golden light,
Like sunbeams dancing in the morning dew,
Her laughter, soft as a lark in flight,
Brings solace to the hearts that once she knew.

In heaven’s halls, where time does not confine,
She tends to fields of heather and of thyme,
Her spirit, free as the wandering wind,
Guides loved ones through the realms of space and time.

Though parted by the veil that lies between,
Her love, a beacon in the darkest night,
In dreams, her presence can still be seen,
A Celtic mother’s everlasting light.

So on this day, we honor her sweet grace,
With memories that time cannot erase,
For in our hearts, her love will e’er remain,
A bond unbroken, across the cosmic plan.