In the quiet moments of the night,
Her whispers soothe the dark away,
With gentle hands and tender might,
She guides us through each new day.

Her laughter fills the air with grace,
A melody of endless cheer,
In her embrace, a sacred space,
Where every worry disappears.

Through storms of life, she stands so tall,
A beacon shining through the rain,
Her love, a fortress, guards us all,
A balm that eases every pain.

Forever in her gentle gaze,
We find a love that’s pure and true,
A mother’s love, in countless ways,
A gift eternal, ever new.