In the quiet dawn, her whispers start,
A lullaby to calm my restless heart.
Her gentle hands, with strength untold,
Shape the world where dreams unfold.
Her eyes, a mirror to the stars,
Reflecting love that heals all scars.
In every smile, a warmth resides,
A beacon where my soul confides.
Her laughter, like a river flows,
Through valleys deep where kindness grows.
Her presence, a comforting embrace,
In her shadow, I find my place.
With every step she guides my way,
A guiding light through night and day.
My mother, a love that never fades,
A tapestry of grace she weaves and braids.