In the quiet dawn, she softly sings,
Her lullabies like gentle wings,
Cradling dreams in tender light,
Guiding us through darkest night.
Her warmth is like the sun’s embrace,
A beacon in life’s endless race,
With every smile, she mends our hearts,
A masterpiece of love and arts.
Through trials and storms, she stands so tall,
Her courage echoes in us all,
A loving shield, a guiding star,
Her presence felt both near and far.
A mother’s love, a timeless song,
In her arms, we all belong,
An eternal bond, pure and true,
In every heartbeat, she lives anew.