In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
She whispers dreams and chases away the night.
Her hands, gentle, weave the fabric of our day,
With every touch, she shows us the way.

Her eyes, a reflection of life’s deepest truth,
They guide us through the trials of our youth.
Her smile, a beacon, in the darkest of times,
It lights our path, like a poet’s rhymes.

She carries our burdens, never letting us fall,
With strength unparalleled, she conquers all.
Her love, a river, endlessly flowing,
It nurtures our souls, ever-growing.

In every heartbeat, in every prayer,
A mother’s love is always there.
Unyielding and strong, it stands the test,
In her embrace, we find our rest.