In the quiet of dawn, her whispers soothe the air,
A gentle touch, a mother’s care.
Her love, a beacon in the darkest night,
An endless source of guiding light.

Her hands weave stories of sacrifice and grace,
Each wrinkle a testament to time’s embrace.
Her eyes, a mirror of the soul’s deep sea,
Reflecting hope, and boundless empathy.

Through storms of life, she stands so strong,
Her heartbeats a melody, a timeless song.
In her embrace, the world feels right,
A sanctuary, pure and bright.

A mother’s love, a gift so rare,
Beyond measure, beyond compare.
In every smile, in every tear,
Her presence lingers, always near.