In the quiet moments of dawn, she rises,Her gentle hands crafting the start of day,A silent strength in her loving eyes,Guiding us through life, come what may.Her voice, a melody of comfort and care,Whispering wisdom in every word,Through trials and joys, she stands there,A steadfast presence, never blurred.Her love, a river flowing without end,Nourishing our souls with endless grace,In her embrace, broken hearts mend,Finding solace in her warm embrace.Though time may carve lines on her face,Her spirit remains as vibrant as the dawn,A beacon of hope, a comforting place,In her love, we are reborn.