In the quiet hours of the night, she whispers soft lullabies,
Her arms a sanctuary, a fortress against life’s storms.
Her heart, a boundless ocean, where love eternally lies,
Her gaze, a beacon of warmth, where every soul conforms.

Through the trials and the tears, she stands unwaveringly tall,
A pillar of strength, a guiding light in the darkest night.
Her love, a constant echo, answers every call,
Her wisdom, a gentle river, flowing ever bright.

In her laughter, we find joy, in her silence, peace,
Her presence, a soothing balm, healing every wound.
Her touch, a sacred gift, where all worries cease,
Her spirit, a timeless song, eternally attuned.

Though the years may pass and seasons endlessly change,
Her love remains a steadfast, unyielding flame.
A mother’s heart, a treasure, never to estrange,
In her embrace, we find home, and forever, we proclaim.