In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
A mother’s love begins to weave,
Through laughter, tears, and whispered dreams,
Her heart a tapestry of endless seams.

With every step, she guides with care,
Her hands a harbor, always there,
In quiet nights and sunny days,
Her love a constant, never sways.

Through trials faced and fears unknown,
She stands as rock, her strength has grown,
In her embrace, we find our place,
A tender refuge, a sacred space.

As time unfolds its gentle hand,
Her legacy, a loving strand,
In every heartbeat, soft and true,
Her essence lingers, ever new.