In the quiet moments of the night,
When stars whisper tales of old,
I feel her gentle presence near,
A comfort that is warm and bold.

Mama Mary, with her grace,
Watches over with tender care,
Her love, a guiding light for all,
In every fervent, whispered prayer.

Her heart, a beacon in the dark,
Radiates a peace so pure,
A mother’s love that never fades,
Steadfast, strong, and sure.

Oh, Holy Mother, by your side,
We find solace and sweet rest,
In your arms, we are cradled,
Forever loved, forever blessed.