In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
She weaves dreams with threads of gold,
A guardian of innocence, a beacon bright,
In her embrace, tales of love unfold.

Her voice, a melody that soothes the night,
A harbor where storms find their peace,
With gentle hands, she guides with might,
In her shadow, worries find release.

Through her eyes, the world is wide and new,
A canvas painted with colors of hope,
She teaches the heart to be steadfast and true,
In her stories, we learn to cope.

O mother, keeper of dreams and day,
In your warmth, we find our home,
With every step, in your love we sway,
In your legacy, forever we roam.