In silent whispers of the dawn,
A mother’s love, forever drawn.
Soft lullabies in moonlit glow,
Her warmth, a light to guide and show.

Through endless nights, her vigil kept,
Dreams woven as her children slept.
Her hands, a balm for every pain,
Her spirit, like the gentle rain.

Seasons change, yet she remains,
A steady pulse in life’s refrains.
Her wisdom, like the ancient trees,
Her strength, the mighty ocean’s breeze.

In her embrace, the world feels right,
A beacon in the darkest night.
Her love, a timeless, endless song,
In her heart, we all belong.