In the quiet hours before dawn’s light,
A mother whispers dreams into the air,
Her gentle touch, a beacon through the night,
Her heart, a well of love beyond compare.

With every step, she guides with tender grace,
Through tangled paths and shadows of the day,
Her strength a fortress, time cannot erase,
Her laughter, like a song that leads the way.

Beneath the stars, her stories softly weave,
A tapestry of hope and endless care,
In every tear, her courage we perceive,
A testament of all she’s dared to bear.

In her embrace, a world of warmth and peace,
A sanctuary where dreams take their flight,
Her love, a river that shall never cease,
A guiding star through every endless night.