In the quiet moments of dawn,
Her whispers cradle dreams anew,
A gentle touch, a soothing balm,
In her embrace, life starts to bloom.
Through trials and the tempest’s roar,
Her strength remains a guiding light,
With every step, she walks before,
Carving paths through darkest night.
Her laughter, like a summer breeze,
Lifts spirits high and hearts alight,
In her eyes, the world finds peace,
A mother’s love, its purest sight.
As years unfold, her wisdom grows,
A beacon through the days ahead,
Forever in her heart, we know,
Her love’s the thread by which we’re led.