In the gentle whispers of midnight’s embrace,
A mother holds her child with tender grace.
Her heart, a beacon through the darkest night,
Guiding with love, a steadfast light.

Through trials and triumphs, her spirit stays strong,
Her laughter a melody, a comforting song.
In her eyes, a world of endless care,
A love so profound, beyond compare.

She weaves her dreams into each day,
With every step, she shows the way.
In her arms, solace and peace abide,
In her love, we find where we reside.

A mother’s love, a gift so rare,
In every heartbeat, she is there.
Unwavering, unconditional, pure,
A love that endures, forever sure.