In the gentle morning light she stands,
Her voice a soothing lullaby to hear,
Guiding us through life’s vast, open lands,
With a heart so tender, always near.
She carries stories in her soft embrace,
Tales woven with wisdom and care,
Each word a gentle brush upon the face,
Painting dreams in the morning air.
Her laughter dances like the summer rain,
A melody that brightens the darkest night,
In her presence, all fears begin to wane,
Her love a beacon, ever burning bright.
Through every storm and sunny day,
Her strength a steadfast shield we know,
In her arms, we find our way,
With a love that continues to grow.