In the quiet moments of the night, she whispers dreams,
Her hands, worn and weathered, weave a tapestry of hope,
With every sacrifice, she builds a future bright,
A mother’s love, an endless, nurturing rope.

Her eyes hold stories of battles fought and won,
In her embrace, the world feels safe and warm,
Through storms and sunshine, she stands, a steadfast sun,
A guiding light, a shelter from the storm.

Her laughter fills the air with joy and grace,
A melody that soothes the restless heart,
In her presence, worries find no place,
A mother’s love, life’s most exquisite art.

She is the strength that never wavers, never fades,
Her spirit, a beacon in the darkest night,
With every heartbeat, her love invades,
A mother’s heart, forever shining bright.