In the quiet of the night, her whispers soothe,
A gentle touch, a tender move,
Her arms, a sanctuary from the storm,
A mother’s love, forever warm.

Through days of joy and nights of sorrow,
She lends her strength, a hope to borrow,
Her heart, a beacon in the darkest hour,
A mother’s love, a blooming flower.

With every tear and every cheer,
She stands beside, ever near,
Her wisdom, a guiding star above,
A mother’s love, an endless love.

As years roll by and we grow old,
Her stories, timeless, still unfold,
In every memory, every grace,
A mother’s love, an eternal embrace.