In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
I hear the echoes of your tender care,
Your love, a lighthouse in stormy seas,
Guiding me through life’s wear and tear.

Your hands, worn but eternally kind,
Weave dreams and hopes with every touch,
In your embrace, solace I find,
Your presence, a comfort that means so much.

Through trials faced and battles fought,
Your strength shines, unwavering and true,
In your wisdom, lessons are taught,
A guardian angel, in all you do.

My mother, your spirit soars high,
A symphony of grace and endless love,
In your smile, the sun meets the sky,
Forever cherished, my guiding dove.