In the quiet dawn, her lullaby sings,
A melody of love, with gentle wings.
Her touch, a balm, to soothe and mend,
In every moment, her heart she lends.
Her eyes, a beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding with wisdom, a comforting light.
Through trials and joy, she stands so tall,
The gentle strength, that conquers all.
With every step, she shapes the way,
A legacy of love, in every day.
Her whispered words, a guiding star,
Reminding us of who we are.
In her embrace, we find our home,
A sanctuary, where love is known.
The gentle strength of motherhood,
A timeless gift, both pure and good.