In the gentle whispers of the morning light,
She weaves dreams with threads of gold,
Her hands, though weary, hold the night,
A guardian of stories yet untold.

Her eyes, a haven of endless skies,
Reflect the courage she bestows,
With silent strength, she softly ties,
The love that only a mother knows.

In every tear and every smile,
She builds a world so bright and true,
Her heart, a refuge, mile by mile,
A beacon of hope in skies so blue.

Through storms and calm, her spirit sings,
A melody of grace and light,
In her embrace, the warmth it brings,
A mother’s love, eternal and bright.