In the quiet whispers of dawn,
She rises with the sun’s gentle glow,
Her hands weaving warmth and care,
A tapestry only mothers know.

Her eyes, windows to endless compassion,
Soft as the lullabies she sings,
Cradling hopes and tender dreams,
In her embrace, love beautifully clings.

Through stormy nights and shadowed paths,
Her strength, a beacon shining bright,
Guiding every step we take,
Her courage, our eternal light.

A mother’s heart, vast and profound,
An ocean of unwavering grace,
In her love, we find our home,
A sanctuary, a sacred place.