In the quiet hours before dawnâs light,
She cradles dreams of futures bright,
With every gentle, whispered lullaby,
She weaves a world where hopes can fly.
Her arms, a fortress strong and true,
Sheltering hearts as skies turn blue,
Through every storm and sunny day,
Her love, a beacon, guides the way.
The weight of worlds upon her heart,
Yet in her eyes, a work of art,
A tapestry of laughter and tears,
A guardian through the fleeting years.
In every step, she paves the ground,
With courage in her soul profound,
A motherâs love, a timeless song,
Forever cherished, forever strong.