In the quiet whispers of the night, she holds
A cradle of dreams, tender and bright,
Her heart a beacon, glowing bold,
Guiding tiny footsteps into the light.

Her hands, soft as the morning dew,
Weave tales of love, of courage anew,
With every touch, she paints the skies,
A tapestry of hope in her children’s eyes.

She stands a pillar, unyielding and strong,
Through storms and trials, through right and wrong,
Her lullabies, a soothing song,
A sanctuary where young hearts belong.

In her embrace, the world feels right,
A haven of warmth, a guiding light,
Forever a mother, her spirit ignites,
The endless love that fuels the night.