In her embrace, the world feels right,
A haven of warmth, a guiding light.
Her whispers calm the stormy night,
With love that shines so pure and bright.

Her hands, a map of sacrifice,
Each line a story, a soul’s device.
Through trials faced and love’s sweet price,
She stands as strength, her heart’s advice.

When shadows fall and hopes seem thin,
Her voice, a melody within.
She lifts us up, where dreams begin,
With faith that conquers, we always win.

For every tear and every fight,
She holds us close with all her might.
A beacon in the darkest night,
My mother, my eternal light.