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    The Heart of a Mother In the quiet of the night she stands, With gentle touch and tender hands, A heart so full, it overflows, A love that only a mother knows. Through sleepless nights and endless days, She gives her all in countless ways, Her strength unspoken, deep and true, A world of care in all she’d do. Her smile, a beacon in the dark, Her words, a light, a guiding spark, She weaves the fabric of their dreams, With threads of hope and quiet gleams. Her love

    Whispers of the Bushveld In the heart where the wild winds roam, Where the earth and sky call home, A land of golden grasses spread, Where ancient trees raise their heads. The sun sets low with a fiery glow, Casting shadows where the creatures go, A lion’s roar, a bird’s sweet song, In the bushveld, they all belong. Thorny acacias, tall and proud, Stand against the skies, a living crowd, Their roots in the earth, their branches