The Vision of a Mother

When I needed a hand,
a place to go,
she was always there
with a soft hello.

Welcoming me warmly,
like Mother Mary’s calm,
a gentle wave of comfort,
a healing balm.

Sent from heaven’s light,
a star in the night,
a shining presence
so tender and bright.

I couldn’t believe it—
why would she care?
I was just a child,
too scared to dare.

Afraid to love,
afraid to be known,
but she stood beside me,
so I wasn’t alone.

A glimmer of hope
slowly grew inside,
replacing the shame
I had tried to hide.

Thank you, dear Mary,
for helping me see,
the love in my heart
is boundless and free.


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