In the quiet whispers of the night,
Her gentle touch, a guiding light.
Through storms and trials, she stands so tall,
A mother’s love, the purest of all.

Her arms, a haven, warm and strong,
Where every child feels they belong.
With tender words and endless care,
She mends each heart, so kind and fair.

In her eyes, the stars do gleam,
She nurtures dreams, like a flowing stream.
Her sacrifices, silent and deep,
A promise of love, forever to keep.

Though time may age her youthful grace,
Her love endures, a timeless embrace.
A beacon of hope, in dark and light,
A mother’s love, forever bright.