In the quiet dawn she rises,
Her whispers are the sun’s first light,
Cradling dreams in gentle arms,
A guardian through each night.
Her laughter paints the morning skies,
A melody of hope and grace,
Through every trial, every tear,
Her love remains a steadfast place.
The world may tremble, shadows fall,
Yet in her gaze, the stars align,
A universe within her touch,
Where every heart finds its shrine.
In her embrace, the world is whole,
A sanctuary, deep and true,
Motherhood, a timeless art,
A portrait painted in hues anew.