In the gentle whisper of dawn’s first light,
Her warmth cradles every waking hour.
A fortress built of tenderness and might,
Her love, a garden where all dreams flower.

With eyes that hold the stars’ eternal glow,
She weaves hope in shadows, dispelling fear.
Her voice, a melody soft and low,
Calms the storm within, draws the sunlight near.

Through the tapestry of years, she stands tall,
A beacon of wisdom, guiding my way.
Her laughter echoes like a gentle call,
Turning darkest nights into brightest day.

In every heartbeat, her essence remains,
A timeless presence, forever revered.
My mother’s love, in joy and in pain,
A sacred bond, eternally endeared.