In the quiet dawn, she wakes with a gentle grace,
Her smile a beacon, lighting up the darkest space.
Through every storm, her love remains my guide,
A fortress strong, where I can always hide.

Her hands, though worn, are soft and kind,
Weaving dreams and memories, so perfectly aligned.
In her eyes, a universe of endless care,
A love so deep, beyond compare.

Each word she speaks, a melody so sweet,
A lullaby that makes my heart’s beat.
Through trials and joys, she’s always near,
A source of strength, my constant cheer.

Oh mother dear, your love’s eternal flame,
In every moment, I whisper your name.
Forever grateful, for all you bestow,
In your warm embrace, I’ve come to know.