In the hustle of a city that never sleeps,
She weaves her dreams with every dawn,
A warrior of love, in silent sweeps,
Her spirit steadfast, her will drawn.

Amidst the chaos of a digital age,
She finds her strength in tender smiles,
Balancing roles on life’s vast stage,
Navigating through countless trials.

With every step, she carves her path,
A beacon bright in storm and calm,
Her heart a compass, avoiding wrath,
Her touch, a soothing healing balm.

Modern mothers, with grace, they soar,
Their essence pure, their love profound,
Forever cherished, forever more,
In their embrace, true peace is found.