In the quiet whispers of the night,
Her lullabies weave dreams so bright,
Soft hands that cradle every tear,
A mother’s love is always near.

Through storms that rage and winds that howl,
Her courage stands, a steadfast vow,
In every smile and gentle touch,
A mother’s heart, it means so much.

The days may pass, the years unfold,
Yet her love stays, a story told,
In every hug, a promise true,
A mother’s love, forever new.

With every dawn, her light shall rise,
A guiding star in endless skies,
For in her arms, we find our home,
A mother’s love, where we belong.