In the quiet dawn, her voice softly sings,
A lullaby of warmth that the morning brings.
Wrapped in her arms, a fortress of grace,
A tender shield in life’s fast-paced race.

Her hands, a gentle guide through storm and calm,
Weaving dreams with love, a soothing balm.
Each whispered word, a promise to hold,
A story of courage in whispers told.

Eyes that sparkle with the light of the stars,
Holding wisdom that heals and scars.
Through every trial, her spirit remains,
A beacon of hope in joy and in pains.

In her presence, the world feels right,
Her love a beacon, forever bright.
A mother’s heart, vast as the sea,
An eternal bond, you and me.