Crimson Grace of Saree by Jaagruthi Sharma (poetry)

In folds of red, her saree flows,  
Like rivers of love only a mother knows.  
Her grace, a whisper of divinity's light,  
Wrapped in crimson, she holds me tight.  
My first love, beneath those woven threads,  
Her laughter like music, her touch as soft as beds.  
A mother, heaven’s reflection in a saree spun,  
Divinely feminine, in her, all life has begun.