In quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
She finds herself in a silken grace.
Sylvia’s heart, a tender terrain,
Where love and pain both reign.
The cradle rocks with gentle sway,
A mother’s dreams by night and day.
Her words, a lullaby’s gentle hum,
In each verse, motherhoodâs anthem.
Through shadows deep, her spirit flies,
Woven tears in lullabies.
Sylvia, a beacon in the night,
Her love, a soft and binding light.
Though storms may cloud her weary mind,
In her children, strength she’ll find.
A poet’s heart, a mother’s soul,
Together, they make her whole.