In the gentle cradle of her arms,
Lies a world of comfort, free from harms.
Her voice, a melody soft and sweet,
Guides me through life’s winding street.
Her eyes, a beacon of endless light,
Illuminate my path in the darkest night.
With every smile, she lifts the gloom,
Filling my heart with hope and room.
Her hands, worn yet ever kind,
Weave the fabric of love that binds.
Each touch, a testament of care,
In her embrace, I find solace rare.
A mother’s love, a timeless song,
In her presence, I forever belong.
Her spirit, a fortress strong and true,
My eternal anchor, in skies of blue.