In the quiet morning light, she whispers softly,
Her touch as gentle as a summer breeze,
With every step, she carries us lovingly,
Through life’s winding paths and stormy seas.

Her eyes, a mirror of endless care,
Reflect the wisdom of years gone by,
In every laugh, in every tear,
She’s the anchor, the guiding star in our sky.

With hands that heal and words that soothe,
She builds a fortress of warmth and grace,
In her embrace, the world feels smooth,
A haven, a sanctuary, a sacred place.

Through every trial, her strength endures,
A beacon of hope, unwavering and bright,
In her love, we find our cures,
A mother’s love, our eternal light.