In the quiet mornings, she stands by the door,
Her eyes a gentle harbor, where dreams safely soar.
Her hands, a tender touch, weave the threads of grace,
Wrapping around us, an unbreakable embrace.
Her voice, a soothing melody, calms the raging sea,
In her laughter, echoes of timeless glee.
Through storms and sunshine, her spirit remains bright,
A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light.
Her love, a tapestry of warmth and care,
Weaving through our lives, always there.
In her heart, a garden where love forever blooms,
Filling our days with sweet perfumes.
A mother’s love, an eternal symphony,
A whispered promise of what is yet to be.
Her legacy, a song written in the stars above,
A testament to the boundless power of love.