In the cradle of gentle whispers, a bond begins to weave,
A son’s first breath, a mother’s heart learns to believe.
In the warmth of her embrace, stories untold unfold,
Her lullabies turn dreams into treasures of gold.

Through sunlit days and stormy nights, they tread,
Hands held tight, where love and lessons are spread.
A mother’s wisdom, a guiding light in darkened skies,
Her silent strength, a refuge when the world denies.

As years unfurl, the son steps out to seek his way,
Yet echoes of her voice in his heart firmly stay.
Her courage dances in the shadows of his stride,
In every triumph, her pride walks by his side.

Time may carve its lines on skin and soul,
But the tether of love keeps them whole.
In every farewell, a promise to return,
For in her eyes, the son’s heart will forever burn.