In the gentle dawn of a mother’s embrace,
Lies a world untouched by fear,
Where every whispered lullaby,
Turns shadows into dreams, crystal clear.

Her hands, a map of time’s embrace,
Hold stories of laughter and tears,
Guiding us through life’s winding maze,
With courage that conquers our fears.

Through storms that darken the skies,
She stands, unwavering and bold,
Her heart, a beacon of endless light,
In her warmth, we find our gold.

In her eyes, a universe of love,
Where every moment is a gift,
A mother’s soul, a timeless song,
Lifting us when we drift.