In the quiet hours of night, a gentle whisper calls,
A mother’s heart, forever bound, to answer every fall,
With hands that soothe and eyes that see, through shadows and through light,
She walks the path of endless love, embracing every plight.

Through days of joy and nights of tears, her strength remains so true,
Each step she takes, with tender grace, her love forever new,
She holds the world within her arms, a haven safe and warm,
A beacon in the stormy seas, a mother’s love transforms.

Her whispered words and lullabies, a symphony of care,
She weaves a tapestry of dreams, with every whispered prayer,
In moments small and grand alike, her presence fills the room,
Her love, a light that never fades, in joy and in gloom.

So here’s to all the mothers dear, whose hearts forever shine,
In every hug, in every tear, their love, a gift divine,
For in their arms, we find our home, a love that never ends,
To every mom, with grateful hearts, our deepest love we send.