In the gentle curve of her smile,
Lies a universe of untold tales,
Her hands, soft as the morning dew,
Hold the world with tender grace.

Her voice, a melody of ancient songs,
Guides us through the storms of life,
With every word, a beacon of light,
She is the anchor in our strife.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She weaves her dreams with threads of gold,
Her heart, a boundless sea of love,
In her warmth, we find our home.

In her eyes, the stars take flight,
A mother’s love, pure and profound,
In her embrace, the world feels right,
Her love, an everlasting sound.