In the quiet of the evening light,She weaves tales with gentle hands,A tapestry of love and might,In simple words, her wisdom stands.Her laughter, a soft melody,Echoes through the halls of time,In every whispered memory,Her presence, tender and sublime.With every step, she guides his way,Her strength a beacon in the night,Through fields of gold and skies of gray,Her spirit, a constant guiding light.In her eyes, the stories blend,Of past and future, intertwined,A legacy that knows no end,A mother’s love, forever enshrined.