In the quiet dawn, her whispers bloom,
A mother’s love, a gentle plume.
Through dreams and hopes, she softly weaves,
A tapestry of life, her heart believes.

Her hands, a canvas of tender grace,
Painting warmth in every embrace.
In storms of life, her courage stands,
A guiding light, a gentle hand.

With eyes that see beyond the veil,
She reads the stories we often fail.
Her wisdom, a beacon, ever bright,
Illuminating paths in the darkest night.

Through every tear and joyous cheer,
Her love remains, forever near.
A mother’s heart, a boundless sea,
The essence of eternity.