In the quiet of the morning’s light,
A mother’s gaze, warm and bright,
Guides the son on paths unknown,
With whispered dreams softly sown.
Through the fields of endless green,
Her voice echoes, tender and keen,
A beacon in the stormy night,
A gentle hand in every fight.
As years unfold, and he grows tall,
Her love remains, through it all,
A silent strength, a guiding star,
No distance ever feels too far.
In the tapestry of life they weave,
Her lessons, in his heart, never leave,
A bond unbroken, steadfast and true,
A mother’s love, forever new.