In the quiet dawn she rises,
Her touch as gentle as the morning breeze,
A lullaby in every gesture,
A comforting presence that never ceases.
Through trials and triumphs she stands,
A fortress of unwavering grace,
In her eyes, stories of love untold,
In her smile, warmth that time cannot erase.
Her laughter echoes like a song,
Filling the air with joy and light,
A beacon guiding through the storm,
In her arms, everything feels right.
Though words may falter,
Her love speaks through every action,
In the tapestry of life she weaves,
A mother’s heart is the ultimate reflection.