In the quiet of the morning light, she stands,
A fortress built of gentle hands.
Her smile, a beacon through the darkest night,
Guiding us with unwavering might.

With every sacrifice, she weaves a tale,
Of strength and grace that never fails.
Her heart, a vessel of boundless care,
A love so deep, beyond compare.

Through trials faced and battles fought,
Her spirit remains, never distraught.
In her embrace, we find our peace,
Her warmth, a constant, never to cease.

Oh, mother dear, your love’s a song,
That carries us, keeps us strong.
In your eyes, we see the truth,
The endless beauty of eternal youth.