In the quiet dawn, she whispers dreams,
A guardian of life, where hope redeems.
Her hands weave tales of endless care,
In every breath, love’s melody is there.

Through sleepless nights and tender sighs,
Her strength, a beacon beneath the skies.
She dances through storms with gentle might,
Painting the world in colors so bright.

Her heart, a garden where kindness grows,
In every moment, her essence flows.
A tapestry of grace, so finely spun,
In her embrace, we are all one.

Motherhood, a journey vast and deep,
Where memories and dreams softly seep.
Her story, a book of unending light,
Illuminating paths through the night.