In the gentle cradle of her arms,
A universe of warmth so deep,
She guards dreams from all harms,
In her embrace, comfort we keep.

Her voice, a melody of soft grace,
Guiding us through night and day,
In her eyes, a tender space,
Where love’s light forever stays.

Through storms and sunny skies,
She stands with unwavering might,
A beacon that never denies,
Her love, a constant guiding light.

Oh, mother, with hands so kind,
You shape the world with gentle art,
With every word and touch we find,
The endless depths of your heart.