In the quiet dawn, her whispers flow,
A gentle touch, where love does grow.
Her eyes, a haven, warm and bright,
Guiding us through day and night.
Her hands weave tales of endless care,
In every gesture, a silent prayer.
Through storms and calm, her heart remains,
A steadfast anchor through the pains.
In laughter’s echo, her spirit shines,
A melody in the heart that intertwines.
Her strength a beacon, fierce and true,
In her embrace, the world is new.
Oh, the stories her heart could tell,
Of dreams and hopes, where we dwell.
In every heartbeat, a lullaby sings,
In the embrace of mother’s gentle wings.