In the quiet moments, she whispers tales,
Of dreams and hopes in whispered gales,
Her eyes, a mirror to my soul,
Reflecting love that makes me whole.

From the cradle to the twilight years,
She dries my doubts and all my tears,
Her hands, though worn, still cradle me,
A bond as deep as any sea.

Through laughter shared and sorrows known,
Her wisdom in my heart has grown,
A mother’s love, a guiding star,
Shines brightly, no matter where we are.

And though the world may change its face,
Our bond remains, a sacred place,
For in her arms, I find my peace,
A love that time will never cease.