In the quiet dawn, her voice calls,
A melody that soothes, a lullaby for all,
Her touch, a gentle whisper on my skin,
A sanctuary where my dreams begin.
Her eyes, pools of love, deep and wide,
Reflect the stars, the moonâs gentle tide,
In her embrace, I find my heartâs retreat,
A haven where all my joys and sorrows meet.
Through the storms of life, she stands so tall,
A beacon of hope, catching me when I fall,
Her strength, a mountain, unwavering and grand,
Guiding me with a tender, loving hand.
My mother, a tapestry of grace and might,
A lighthouse in the darkest night,
Her love, a river, endlessly flowing,
In her warmth, my soul is ever glowing.