In the gentle cradle of her arms,
A world of warmth and endless charms.
Her whispers calm the fiercest storm,
In her embrace, all hearts transform.

Her eyes, like stars, guide through the night,
With every glance, she brings the light.
Her laughter dances through the air,
A melody of love and care.

Her hands, though worn with time and toil,
Create a haven from life’s turmoil.
She weaves her dreams with tender thread,
A tapestry where love is spread.

In every hug, a promise lies,
A bond unbroken, never dies.
A mother’s love, a sacred fire,
An endless source of pure desire.