In the gentle curve of morning light,
A mother’s whisper stirs the dawn,
Her heart a cradle of infinite warmth,
Where dreams and hopes are tenderly born.
Through days of laughter and silent tears,
She weaves her love with endless grace,
Her hands, a map of stories untold,
Guiding with patience through time and space.
Her eyes, a mirror of the skies,
Reflecting courage and quiet might,
In her embrace, the world feels safe,
A sanctuary of day and night.
From dawn to dusk, her spirit sings,
A melody of unyielding care,
The silent strength of a mother’s love,
An eternal bond beyond compare.