In the quiet dawn, a whisper starts,
A gentle call, a beating heart.
Her arms, a cradle, warm and wide,
In them, worlds of dreams abide.

She learns the language of lullabies,
In each tear, a hidden prize.
With every step, she guides the way,
Turning night into brightest day.

Her love, a river, deep and strong,
A melody, a timeless song.
Through trials faced with grace and might,
She stands resilient, a guiding light.

In her embrace, the world feels right,
Her courage shines in darkest night.
A mother’s heart, a boundless sea,
Forever cherished, wild, and free.