In the stillness of night, her whispers soothe,
A gentle hand that brushes tears away,
Her love, a beacon in the darkest hour,
Guiding lost souls to the light of day.
Her heart, a reservoir of endless grace,
With every beat, it sings a lullaby,
Embracing all the fears that children face,
Under her watchful, tender, caring eye.
She weaves her magic in each warm embrace,
A fortress built of hugs and whispered dreams,
Her strength, a shield against the world’s embrace,
In her arms, the world is as it seems.
Oh, mother, with your love so pure and true,
You are the light that guides us through the storm,
Your heart, the home where love and hope renew,
Eternal warmth that keeps our spirits warm.