In the quiet morning light she stands,
With gentle hands that mend and mold,
Her whispers calm the restless lands,
In her embrace, warmth unfolds.
She is the sun that guides my way,
Through tangled paths and shadowed fears,
Her love a beacon, night and day,
A shelter from the worldâs harsh tears.
With every step, her wisdom grows,
A tapestry of dreams she weaves,
Her laughter like a river flows,
In her presence, the heart believes.
Oh, mother, in your eyes I find
The courage to face life anew,
In every memory, kind and kind,
A legacy of love so true.