In the quiet hours before dawn,
Her gentle hands weave dreams unseen,
A lullaby woven with tender care,
Her love, a light that softly gleams.
Through the trials of endless days,
Her strength a fortress, unyielding, true,
With every step, a guiding star,
In her embrace, the world renews.
Her eyes, a mirror of silent stories,
Wisdom wrapped in a soothing gaze,
A whisper of hope in the darkest night,
Her spirit, a flame that never fades.
In her heart, a garden blooms,
Each flower a testament of care,
A tapestry of love she weaves,
A mother’s gift, beyond compare.