In the gentle touch of morning light,
I see her love, so pure and bright.
Her whispers calm my deepest fears,
Her smile can dry my endless tears.

With hands so worn, yet filled with grace,
She toils and cares in every place.
Each sacrifice, a silent song,
Her strength, a force, unwavering strong.

Through stormy nights and sunlit days,
Her guidance leads in countless ways.
A beacon in the darkest hour,
Her wisdom, like a blooming flower.

My mother, heart of gold so rare,
In every breath, her love I share.
Forever cherished, always near,
Her essence, timeless, ever dear.