In the quiet dawn, she rises like the sun,
A gentle force, her work is never done.
Her hands weave magic in the morning light,
A tapestry of love, both soft and bright.

Her whispers carry lullabies of dreams,
In her embrace, the world feels more serene.
Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She guides with wisdom in countless ways.

Her heart, a well of courage and grace,
Through trials and triumphs, she holds her place.
With every step, she shapes the future’s path,
A beacon of hope in the aftermath.

In her eyes, a universe of stories untold,
A legacy of care, both fierce and bold.
Motherhood, a poem only poets dare to pen,
A timeless journey, beginning without end.