In the quiet whispers of the night, she stands,
A guardian of dreams, with gentle hands,
Through sleepless hours, her love remains,
A beacon of hope in life’s vast plains.

Her laughter is the melody of dawn,
Waking hearts with the promise of morn,
In her arms, we find our place,
The everlasting embrace of her grace.

Challenges rise, yet she never falters,
With strength that time itself can’t alter,
Her sacrifice, a silent song unsung,
A testament to love, pure and young.

In her eyes, the universe dwells,
Stories of love, only she can tell,
Being a mom, a journey profound,
In her heart, eternity is found.