In the cradle of your arms, I found my first home,
A sanctuary where fears could never roam.
Your voice, a lullaby that softened the night,
Guiding me gently towards the light.

Your hands, so tender, yet strong in their care,
Wiped away tears and smoothed tangled hair.
Through laughter and sorrow, your love stayed the same,
A beacon of hope in life’s endless game.

Time may have weathered your once youthful face,
But nothing could ever diminish your grace.
Your wisdom, a treasure, your kindness, a song,
In your embrace, I felt I belonged.

As the years pass by and the seasons change,
One truth remains constant, never strange:
The love of a mother, pure and profound,
In her heart, my own beats, eternally bound.