In the quiet hours of the night, she stays awake,
Whispering lullabies to calm her child’s fears.
Her gentle touch, a balm for every ache,
Her presence, a shield against the tears.

With every sunrise, she rises too,
A heart full of love, so pure and true.
She guides with wisdom, ever so kind,
Planting seeds of strength in her child’s mind.

Through every storm, she stands tall,
A beacon of hope when shadows fall.
Her sacrifices, silent and unseen,
Build a bridge to her child’s dreams.

In her embrace, the world feels right,
Her love, a flame burning ever bright.
A mother’s heart, an endless sea,
Forever nurturing, endlessly free.