In the quiet of the morning light,
Her soft whispers start my day,
A gentle touch, a guiding hand,
She leads me on my way.
Her eyes hold stories, deep and true,
Of sacrifices great and small,
She stands a pillar, tall and firm,
A constant through it all.
Her laughter, like a melody,
Fills our home with warmth and cheer,
In her embrace, I find my strength,
She chases away my fear.
My mother, with her heart so pure,
Is loveâs most perfect form,
Through every storm, her light will shine,
To keep me safe and warm.