In the quiet of dawn’s first light,
A gentle touch, a warm embrace,
She whispers dreams to take their flight,
In her love, we find our place.
Through storms and shadows, ever near,
Her strength, a beacon shining bright,
She wipes away each fallen tear,
With tender words, she heals the night.
Her laughter, a melody so sweet,
A symphony of pure delight,
In her eyes, the world complete,
She guides us through the darkest night.
As years unfold, her love remains,
A constant star in skies above,
Through joy and sorrow, loss and gains,
Forever blessed by a mother’s love.