In the cradle of her arms, life’s first light,
A mother’s touch, tender, holding tight.
Whispered lullabies in the dead of night,
She is the moon, glowing soft and bright.

Through childhood days of joy and tears,
Her love a shield, calming all fears.
With every step, she’s always near,
Guiding, nurturing, year after year.

As time rolls on, the boy becomes a man,
But in her heart, he’s still her little lamb.
Distance and time, they may expand,
Yet the bond remains, like grains of sand.

In life’s twilight, roles may reverse,
Sons become the caretakers, the universe.
The circle of love, complete and diverse,
A testament to the maternal verse.