In the gentle dawn of morning light,
Her whispers weave through dreams untold,
A guardian angel in earthly guise,
With hands that heal and heart of gold.
Through storms and shadows, she stands tall,
Her strength a beacon, unwavering bright,
In her embrace, the world feels small,
A sanctuary from the night.
Her laughter, a symphony of joy,
Her tears, a testament of care,
In every moment, she deploys,
A love thatâs patient, kind, and rare.
As time unfolds its endless scroll,
Her wisdom guides with gentle grace,
A motherâs love, a timeless role,
A light that none can eâer replace.