In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
She whispers dreams and hopes anew,
Her gentle touch, a soft delight,
Through every storm, she sees us through.

Her love, a beacon shining bright,
In darkest nights, a guiding star,
With every hug, she sets things right,
No distance can ever feel too far.

Her laughter echoes in our hearts,
A melody of joy and grace,
In every role she plays her parts,
Her warmth, a never-fading trace.

A mother’s love, both strong and pure,
A bond that time cannot erase,
Forever steadfast, always sure,
In her embrace, we find our place.