In the quiet cradle of dawn’s first light,
A mother’s whisper wraps the day,
Her gentle hands, a guiding might,
Lead her daughter along life’s way.

Through storms that rage and tears that fall,
Their laughter paints the skies anew,
In shadows deep, they stand tall,
A testament to love so true.

Time weaves stories in their eyes,
Shared secrets in the midnight hour,
With every joy and every sigh,
Their bond, a blooming flower.

Together they dance through life’s embrace,
Two souls entwined in endless grace,
In every step, in every trace,
A mother’s love, a daughter’s place.