In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world is fast asleep,
She stands as a silent guardian,
Her love, a promise to keep.
Her hands are worn, her heart is pure,
With every touch, she heals,
Through storms and trials, she endures,
Her strength, like tempered steel.
She gives her all, asks for none,
A beacon in the dark,
Her spirit shines brighter than the sun,
Her love ignites the spark.
A motherâs love, a sacred gift,
A bond that time can’t sever,
In her embrace, we find our lift,
Her legacy, forever.