In the quiet hours of the night, she stands,
Her heart a beacon, her love a guiding light.
Through tears and laughter, in gentle hands,
She weaves dreams from the fabric of the night.

Her whispers are the lullabies of old,
Her touch a balm to every ache and fear.
In her embrace, stories of love unfold,
A sanctuary where all wounds disappear.

Through trials and triumphs, she remains,
A steadfast pillar in the storm’s embrace.
Her strength, an anchor through joys and pains,
Her spirit, a testament to grace.

With every heartbeat, a promise made,
To nurture, protect, and always believe.
In the garden of life, her love will never fade,
For a mother’s heart, endlessly, will give.