In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light,
Her gentle touch ignites the day,
A warm embrace that holds so tight,
Guiding steps along the way.

Through storms that rage and skies so gray,
Her love remains a steadfast guide,
A beacon bright to light the way,
With open arms and heart so wide.

In whispered words and soothing tone,
She weaves a tale of strength and grace,
A timeless bond, a love well-known,
That time nor distance can erase.

Her love, a melody softly sung,
In every heart it finds a place,
A song of hope forever young,
A mother’s love, an endless grace.