In the quiet dawn, her whispers start,
A gentle lullaby, a work of art.
Her love, a beacon through the night,
Guiding us with tender light.
Her hands, a cradle of warmth and care,
A fortress strong, beyond compare.
Through storms and trials, fierce and long,
Her courage sings a steadfast song.
Her eyes, a mirror of endless grace,
Reflecting dreams with a tender embrace.
In her presence, all fears subside,
A sanctuary, where peace resides.
Her love, a river, deep and wide,
Flowing endlessly, a timeless tide.
In every heartbeat, in every breath,
A mother’s love, beyond life and death.