In the quiet of the night, she sits and weaves,
Stories of love, of dreams, of endless possibilities.
Her hands, so gentle, hold the world together,
In her embrace, time stands still forever.

Through the storms and sunshine, she is our guide,
A lighthouse shining, never losing sight.
Her voice, a melody, soothes the soul,
In her presence, we are whole.

The sacrifices made, often unseen,
Her strength, a river, flowing serene.
With every heartbeat, her love does grow,
A testament to the bond we know.

A mother’s love, a sacred song,
In her heart, we always belong.
Through every trial, through every tear,
Her love remains, ever near.