In the quiet of the morning light,
Her whispers chase away the night,
A tender touch, a warm embrace,
In her love, we find our place.
Her hands, they weave the threads of time,
With every stitch, a gentle rhyme,
Her heart, a beacon, ever bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
Through storms and trials, she stands tall,
Her strength, a fortress, guards us all,
In her eyes, the stars align,
Reflecting love, pure and divine.
A mother’s love, a timeless song,
In her arms, we all belong,
An endless dance, a sacred art,
Forever etched within our heart.