In the quiet of dawn, her shadow stirs,
A gentle whisper of love, softly heard.
Her hands, worn with time’s tender grace,
Weave warmth and care in every embrace.
Through storms and sunshine, she stands tall,
A beacon of strength, never to fall.
Her heart, a garden where dreams take flight,
Nurturing hope in the darkest night.
She paints the world with colors bright,
Turning sorrow into radiant light.
Her laughter, a melody pure and sweet,
Echoes through days, making life complete.
In her eyes, the universe unfolds,
Tales of wisdom and love untold.
My mother, my guide, my endless cheer,
Forever cherished, forever near.