In the cradle of dawn, her whispers sing,
A lullaby woven with threads of time,
Her hands, gentle as the morning’s first light,
Crafting dreams with love’s timeless rhyme.

Her eyes, a haven of warmth and care,
Where stars find refuge in her tender gaze,
Each word a melody, soothing and rare,
Guiding footsteps through life’s intricate maze.

The world unfurls beneath her watchful wing,
A tapestry of stories, both old and new,
In her embrace, the universe finds its spring,
Nurtured by the heart that beats so true.

With every heartbeat, a legacy unfolds,
In the garden of life, she plants her seeds,
A gentle symphony of love untold,
A mother’s spirit in every deed.