In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
Her gentle whisper soothes the darkest night.
With hands that cradle and eyes that see,
She weaves her love into the tapestry of me.

Through trials and triumphs, she stands tall,
Her strength a fortress, her love a call.
A beacon of hope in the storms that rage,
Her wisdom guides us through every age.

The lullabies sung and the stories told,
In her embrace, we find courage bold.
Her laughter, a melody that heals the heart,
A mother’s love, a work of art.

Forever cherished, her legacy lives on,
In every sunrise, in every dawn.
A testament to love’s enduring grace,
A mother’s love, an endless embrace.