In the cradle of a mother’s arms, love begins its gentle dance,
A bond unbroken by time or chance,
Her whispers weave dreams in the night,
Guiding hearts with tender light.

Through laughter shared and tears embraced,
Each moment a memory, beautifully traced,
A daughter’s journey, hand in hand,
With a mother’s wisdom, a guiding strand.

Seasons change, yet their bond remains,
A tapestry of love, through joys and pains,
In every hug, in every tear,
The echoes of a love sincere.

From cradle to the path unknown,
A mother’s love forever sown,
In dreams fulfilled and hearts set free,
A legacy of love, eternally.