In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
She whispers dreams into the morning sky,
Her hands weave comfort through the night,
Guiding stars with a gentle sigh.

Her heart, a harbor safe and wide,
Sheltering souls from life’s fierce storm,
With every tear and every tide,
Her love remains, a constant warm.

Through paths unknown, she lights the way,
Her wisdom like a river flows,
In her embrace, fears melt away,
Her strength, a beacon that ever grows.

In the tapestry of time and space,
Her love, an eternal, woven thread,
A mother’s grace, a boundless place,
Where every heart finds a gentle bed.