In the cradle of her arms, I find solace and peace,
Her whispers, a lullaby, a promise of release.
Her eyes, like stars, guiding me through the night,
A mother’s love, pure and bright.

She weaves her dreams into threads of hope,
Her heart, a sanctuary, where I learn to cope.
With every sacrifice, she builds a bridge so strong,
In her love, I find where I belong.

Her hands, worn with time, yet gentle and kind,
In her embrace, the world’s troubles unwind.
She teaches me courage, with every silent tear,
A mother’s love, steadfast and clear.

Through storms and sunshine, her spirit remains true,
A beacon of light, in everything I do.
Her love, an endless symphony, a gentle strength,
A mother’s heart, boundless in its length.