In the quiet morning light,
Her gentle touch awakens dreams.
A whisper of hope in every word,
She paints the sky with endless beams.
Through storms and shadows, she stands tall,
A fortress built of love and grace.
Her laughter dances through the halls,
A melody time cannot erase.
Her wisdom flows like rivers deep,
Guiding paths with tender care.
In her eyes, the stars do sleep,
A universe of love laid bare.
My mom, a beacon shining bright,
In her embrace, I find my home.
Her love, my ever-present light,
In her heart, Iâm never alone.