In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light,
She weaves dreams with hands so tender,
Her whispers calm the storms of night,
A guardian, a heart so slender.
Through the days of joy and sorrow,
Her spirit shines, a guiding star,
She molds the hopes of each tomorrow,
With love that reaches near and far.
Her every touch, a symphony,
Of strength unseen, yet deeply felt,
In her embrace, pure harmony,
The worries of the world do melt.
O, motherhood, a sacred art,
A tapestry of endless devotion,
She holds the world within her heart,
A beacon of love, a boundless ocean.