In the quiet dawn, her song begins,
A melody of warmth that softly spins,
Through morning light, she weaves her care,
A tapestry of love beyond compare.
Her hands, a cradle of endless grace,
Guiding paths with a gentle embrace,
In every glance, a story untold,
Of unwavering love, pure and bold.
She is the sun on a cloudy day,
Chasing the shadows far away,
Her laughter, a balm to soothe the soul,
A beacon of light that makes us whole.
In her presence, the world feels right,
A mother’s love, a guiding light,
Forever cherished in the heart,
A timeless bond that never parts.