In the gentle embrace of nightâs quiet tune,
A mother’s love sings beneath the moon.
Her whispers cradle dreams softly spun,
Weaving warmth ’til the morning sun.
Her hands, a map of stories untold,
Guiding with courage so tender yet bold.
In her eyes, the universe finds its grace,
A sanctuary in her heart’s embrace.
Through storms and sunlight, her strength endures,
A lighthouse guiding, steadfast and pure.
Her laughter, a melody that heals,
In every moment, her essence reveals.
In silent shadows or vibrant light,
Her love remains, an eternal sight.
In the tapestry of life, she weaves her part,
A symphony echoing in every heart.