In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world is cloaked in slumber,
A mother’s gentle touch, so light,
Guards dreams, like stars without number.

Her whispers soothe the restless soul,
Her lullabies a tender balm,
In her embrace, we find our whole,
A refuge, a place of calm.

Through trials and triumphs, she stands tall,
Her strength a beacon, ever bright,
In her love, we find our all,
Guiding us through darkest night.

With wisdom born of endless care,
She shapes our lives with gentle hands,
A mother’s love, beyond compare,
Forever etched in golden sands.