In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace,
She whispers dreams into the cradle,
A gentle hand guiding the symphony,
Of life woven with love’s tender thread.

Her eyes, a universe of endless tales,
Holding stars that light the darkest nights,
Each lullaby a promise of tomorrow,
Her heart beats in rhythm with the earth.

Through storms she sails with courage bright,
Her laughter, a balm for weary souls,
In her arms, a sanctuary found,
A fortress built on unwavering devotion.

So here’s to the mothers, the poets of life,
Crafting stories from moments small,
Their legacy etched in the hearts they shape,
Forever cherished, forever sung.