In the quiet hours of the night, she whispers dreams,
Cradling hopes in tender arms, nurturing silent beams.
Her heart, a boundless ocean, filled with endless care,
A sanctuary of warmth, in which her children share.
With every dawn that breaks, she dons her cloak of strength,
Weaving tales of courage, going to any length.
Her eyes, a mirror to the soul, reflect a love so pure,
In her embrace, a promise that forever will endure.
Through trials and tribulations, she stands unwavering,
A lighthouse in the storm, her spirit never wavering.
Her hands, though sometimes weary, never cease to give,
A testament to the power of love, in which we all believe.
She is the sun that rises, the moon that softly glows,
A motherâs love eternal, in every heart it shows.
Her legacy, a symphony of love and sacrifice,
In every beat of life, her essence will suffice.