In the quiet morning light she wakes,
A gentle soul with endless strength,
Her whispered dreams in silence speak,
Of love that grows with every breath.

Her hands, a map of journeys past,
Craft stories in the softest touch,
With every hug, she weaves her warmth,
A tapestry of endless care.

Her eyes, a beacon in the night,
Shine with wisdom, deep and true,
A guiding star through stormy seas,
A light that never fades away.

In her heart, a garden blooms,
With seeds of hope and boundless grace,
A sanctuary of tender dreams,
A mother’s love, forever stays.