In the quiet moments of dawn’s early light,
A mother’s touch, so gentle and bright.
Her whispers, like a lullaby sweet,
Guide us through life’s winding street.

Her hands, though weathered, hold strength untold,
In her embrace, warmth never grows cold.
Each sacrifice, a silent testament,
To love’s unending, purest sentiment.

Through trials and joys, her spirit soars,
A beacon of hope, forever restores.
In her eyes, stories of love unfold,
A legacy of care, more precious than gold.

A mother’s heart, a boundless sea,
Embracing all, eternally free.
With every heartbeat, her love remains,
An everlasting bond, through joys and pains.