In the quiet of night, she stands alone,
Her heart a beacon, her love brightly shone.
A gentle whisper in the world’s great noise,
A soothing lullaby, a promise of joys.

Her hands are weary, yet never they rest,
With every touch, she gives her best.
Her eyes tell tales of sleepless nights,
Yet in them, a thousand stars ignite.

She weaves dreams with threads of gold,
Her embrace a shelter from the cold.
In her arms, the world feels right,
A mother’s love, a guiding light.

Through storms and sunshine, she remains,
A steadfast presence through joys and pains.
Her heart, a fortress, strong and true,
The eternal love of a mother’s view.