In the quiet morning light, she stands,
A beacon of warmth in a world so grand.
Her gentle hands weave dreams anew,
Guiding me softly with love so true.

Her voice, a melody that heals and mends,
In every word, her wisdom sends.
Through storms and trials, she holds me tight,
Her courage shining through the darkest night.

She is the sun that lights my way,
The moon that guards me as I pray.
In her eyes, a universe unfolds,
A tapestry of stories, lovingly told.

With every step, her shadow near,
Her love, a shield against all fear.
My mother, my guide, my heart’s true home,
In her embrace, I’ll never roam.