In the gentle curve of her embrace,
Lies a universe of boundless grace.
Her whispers weave a soothing song,
Where broken hearts find where they belong.
She wakes before the morning light,
To guide us through the darkest night.
In her eyes, the stars reside,
Reflecting love that wonât subside.
Her hands, though weary, never rest,
In endless toil, she gives her best.
With every tear, a seed is sown,
In the garden of love, her care is shown.
Through years that pass like fleeting dreams,
Her love, a river, gently streams.
A mother’s heart, a sacred space,
Where all the world’s beauty finds its place.