In the quiet hours before dawn’s light,
A mother wakes, her heart alight,
With dreams and hopes for her child’s days,
Guiding them through lifeâs complex maze.
Her hands are gentle, her touch so kind,
Mending hearts and easing minds,
With every tear wiped and every smile,
She walks with them each precious mile.
Through sleepless nights and endless care,
Her love remains steadfast, always there,
A beacon bright in stormy weather,
Holding her family, binding them together.
Though days are long and trials many,
Her spirit strong, her love a plenty,
A motherâs heart, a treasure trove,
The purest form of endless love.