In the quiet of the night, she whispers
Songs of love, of dreams that never tire,
A lullaby that carries through the ages,
Her heart a beacon, her love a fire.

With every step, she weaves her magic,
Her hands, so gentle, yet so strong,
Guiding, nurturing, forever giving,
Her spirit sings an endless song.

Through trials and through triumphs,
Her courage stands firm, unbowed,
A warrior in the guise of tenderness,
Her love a shield, her strength so proud.

And as the years weave their tapestry,
Her legacy in every heart does dwell,
The unspoken symphony of motherhood,
A story of love, eternally to tell.