In the quiet dawn, her whispers soothe,
Like gentle winds that brush the leaves.
Her eyes, a harbor of endless truth,
Reflecting care that never deceives.

Her hands weave warmth into the air,
Mending hearts with every touch.
A silent guardian, always there,
Her love, a bond we cherish much.

Through paths of joy and shadows deep,
She walks with grace, a guiding light.
In every dream, in every sleep,
Her presence turns the dark to bright.

The years may pass, the seasons change,
Yet her essence will remain.
A mother’s love, forever strange,
In its power, we find no end.