In the quiet dawn of morning light,
Her gentle whispers chase away the night.
A beacon of love, my heart’s delight,
My mother, my guiding light.

Through trials and storms, she stands so tall,
With strength and grace, she conquers all.
Her tender touch, a soothing call,
My mother, my all in all.

She weaves her dreams with threads of gold,
Her stories of wisdom, forever told.
In her embrace, I feel consoled,
My mother, a love that will never grow old.

As years go by, and seasons change,
Her love remains, never estranged.
A timeless bond, the perfect exchange,
My mother, my heart’s true range.