In the quiet of the morning light,
Where whispers of dreams take flight,
She cradles hearts with tender grace,
A mother’s love, a warm embrace.

Through trials and joys, she stands so strong,
Her lullabies, a soothing song,
Guiding footsteps, small and grand,
With gentle touch and open hand.

Her eyes, a well of ancient lore,
Speak of love forevermore,
In her arms, the world feels right,
A beacon in the darkest night.

Forever bound by love’s sweet thread,
In every tear and word unsaid,
A mother’s heart, a timeless art,
The very soul of life impart.