In the quiet whispers of the night,
Her love surrounds, a gentle light.
Through storms and calm, she stands so near,
Her heart a beacon, ever clear.
Her hands weave stories, soft and warm,
Shielding us from every storm.
In her eyes, a world so vast,
A love unyielding, unsurpassed.
She is the sun on cloudy days,
With tender words that gently sway.
In her embrace, the world feels right,
A motherâs love, a guiding light.
Through time her love remains the same,
An endless flame, a cherished name.
In every heartbeat, every sigh,
A motherâs love will never die.