In the quiet of the morning light, she stands,
A beacon of love with gentle hands.
Her smile, a balm for every pain,
Her heart, a shelter from the rain.

Through trials and storms, she never wavers,
Her strength, a testament to her labors.
She carries the weight with grace and pride,
In her embrace, I always confide.

Her wisdom guides me through the night,
Her words, a source of endless light.
She teaches me to rise and soar,
With every lesson, I love her more.

My mother, my rock, my guiding star,
In her presence, I feel no scar.
Her love, a song that never ends,
Forever my heart she mends.