In the quiet dawn, she rises, a gentle force,
Her hands weave warmth into the morning air,
With every smile, she paints the world bright,
A beacon of love, ever glowing, ever fair.

Her laughter, a melody that fills the room,
Calming the storms that life may bring,
In her embrace, I find solace and peace,
A sanctuary where my heart can sing.

Her wisdom, a guiding light in the darkest night,
Her words, a balm to soothe my weary soul,
She carries dreams on her steadfast wings,
A silent strength, making broken hearts whole.

Through every trial, her spirit remains unbowed,
A testament to love’s enduring grace,
My mother, my hero, my eternal friend,
In her heart, I’ve found my place.