In the gentle cradle of her arms,
Lies a world woven of tender threads,
Where whispers turn to lullabies,
And dreams are softly spread.

Her eyes, a mirror of endless care,
Reflect the strength she silently bears,
With every step, a guiding star,
Her love, a balm for all despairs.

Through storms of doubt, she holds the mast,
Her courage, a beacon in the night,
A haven where hearts find their rest,
In her embrace, all shadows take flight.

With grace, she paints the skies anew,
Her laughter, a melody of hope,
In her presence, the world stands still,
A mother’s heart, a boundless scope.