In gentle whispers of the night,
A mother’s love, a guiding light.
Through storms and calm, her warmth remains,
A shelter from life’s pouring rains.

Her hands, a cradle, soft and strong,
Where dreams are born and fears are gone.
With every touch, a silent vow,
To stand beside, through then and now.

Her eyes, a mirror, deep and wise,
Reflecting skies of endless ties.
In every glance, a story told,
Of sacrifices, brave and bold.

As years unfold, her love persists,
A timeless bond that always exists.
Through every joy and every tear,
A mother’s love, forever near.