In the quiet hours before dawn’s light,
She whispers dreams into the night,
Her tender hands, a gentle touch,
A mother’s love, it means so much.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She guides with love in countless ways,
Her heart a beacon, soft and true,
In every storm, she’ll see you through.

With every tear and every smile,
She walks with you, each step, each mile,
Her strength, a fortress, standing tall,
A mother’s love, it conquers all.

So cherish her with all your might,
For in her arms, you’ll find your light,
A love so deep, a bond so rare,
A mother’s heart, beyond compare.