In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
She wakes with a heart so pure and bright,
Her hands, though weary, never cease,
To bring her children sweet release.

Through trials hard and days of strife,
She stands as a beacon, guarding life,
Her whispers soothe, her touch consoles,
A mother’s love, it binds our souls.

When shadows fall and hope seems lost,
She bears the burden, pays the cost,
Her strength, a pillar firm and true,
In every storm, she sees us through.

And as the years in silence pass,
Her love remains, a steadfast mass,
Forever etched in hearts so dear,
A mother’s love, eternally near.