In the cradle of her arms, I found my start,
With whispered tales and lullabies, she warmed my heart.
Her gentle touch, a balm for every fear,
A love so pure, unwavering and dear.

Through childhood days and teenage years,
Her guiding hand erased my tears.
With every stumble, fall, and rise,
Her steadfast gaze, my Northern skies.

Now as I tread my path alone,
Her lessons echo, her seeds are sown.
In every step, her wisdom shines,
A mother’s love, a light that binds.

And though the distance may grow vast,
The bond we share will ever last.
For in my heart, she’ll always stay,
My guiding star, come what may.