In the quiet night, her whispers soothe,
A gentle balm for weary souls,
Her love, an ever-present proof,
That in her arms, we are whole.
Her eyes, a well of endless grace,
Reflecting warmth in every glance,
With every touch, a soft embrace,
Turning life’s chaos into a dance.
Her strength, a silent, mighty stream,
Guiding us through storm and calm,
Building bridges in every dream,
With her hand, a healing balm.
In her heart, a universe so vast,
Where every child’s joy and tear find place,
Her love, a timeless hold steadfast,
In her presence, we find our space.