In the quiet whispers of dawn, she rises,
A gentle touch that mends and guides,
Her love, a beacon that never disguises,
The warmth of home where peace abides.

She carries the weight of our dreams and fears,
With a smile that soothes and arms that hold,
Through every laugh and all our tears,
Her strength, a story of love untold.

In her eyes, the light of endless skies,
A compass that points to the truest north,
Her voice, a melody that never dies,
In every word, a nurturing forth.

She is the heart, the soul, the very breath,
Of every moment we cherish, every step,
In her embrace, we find our depth,
A mother’s love, in our hearts kept.