In the quiet of the morning light, she rises,
With a heart full of dreams and endless surprises,
Her gentle hands weave magic in every task,
A mother’s love, an everlasting mask.

Through stormy nights and sunny days,
She guides with wisdom, in her unique ways,
Her laughter, a balm to every sorrow,
Her strength, a beacon for each tomorrow.

In her embrace, the world feels right,
Her whispered words, a comforting sight,
She is the hero of our every story,
Her love, a timeless, endless glory.

With every step, she leads with grace,
In her presence, we find our place,
A mother’s heart, pure and kind,
In her love, true peace we find.