Mother's Day Harp Poem

Mother’s Day Harp Poetry With strings of gold and angelic sound, The harpist plucks a tune profound. Her fingers dance with gentle grace, A melody that fills the space. On Mother's Day, a special treat, The harpist plays a tune so sweet. For all the love that moms impart, The music moves the soul and heart. Each note a tribute to her care, A soothing balm to ease our despair. For every time she held us tight, And chased away the fears of night. The harpist's hands, they never tire, Her ...