In the quiet of the night, she whispers softly,
Her love a beacon, guiding through the dark,
With every heartbeat, her care is unspoken,
A gentle touch, a comforting remark.
Her eyes, a mirror of the endless sky,
Reflecting dreams and hopes that never fade,
With every smile, she paints the world anew,
In her embrace, all fears are gently laid.
The strength she carries, a mountain’s might,
Yet tender as the bloom of early spring,
A fortress built of patience and of grace,
Her wisdom like a bird on peaceful wing.
In every moment, she is the silent hero,
Her love a flame that never will depart,
A motherâs gift, a timeless, endless echo,
Forever etched within the human heart.