In the quiet whispers of dawn’s gentle light,
A mother cradles dreams, tender and bright.
Her hands weave tales of comfort, sweet and deep,
A guardian of hearts, in silence she keeps.

Through seasons of change, where moments unfold,
Her laughter like sunshine, her stories retold.
With every soft sigh, a promise renewed,
In the garden of life, her love is the root.

Her eyes hold the stars, guiding through night,
A beacon of hope, a source of pure light.
In her embrace, the world finds its calm,
A shelter from storms, a soothing balm.

As years gently pass, her wisdom remains,
A tapestry woven with joys and with pains.
A mother’s love, timeless and true,
Forever a part of all that we do.