In the quiet morning light, a mother wakes,
Her heart is full, though her body aches.
With gentle hands, she tends to all,
Answering every silent call.

She weaves her love through every meal,
Her silent strength, like tempered steel.
In every smile and every tear,
She banishes doubt, she conquers fear.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She guides her children through life’s maze.
Her love, a beacon in the dark,
A steady flame, a constant spark.

Though often tired, she never rests,
Giving her all, she gives her best.
Her sacrifice, a gift so pure,
A mother’s love, forever sure.