In the quiet morning light, her whispers softly sing,
A melody of love, in every gentle thing.
Her eyes, a tender haven, where dreams take flight,
A guiding star in the vastness of night.
Her hands, a fortress, warm and strong,
Crafting worlds where we all belong.
In her laughter, a symphony so bright,
Echoing through the chambers of my heart’s delight.
With every tear she wipes away with grace,
She paints hope upon the canvas of my face.
A beacon of strength, unwavering and true,
In her embrace, life begins anew.
Through storms and sunshine, her spirit remains,
A lighthouse guiding through life’s terrains.
Forever cherished, her love will always stay,
My mother, my heart, in every way.