In the gentle glow of morning’s light,
A mother’s love begins its flight,
A whisper soft, a heartbeat near,
Her tender touch, forever dear.

Through storms of life and skies so grey,
Her love remains, a guiding ray,
A steadfast force, a beacon bright,
In her embrace, the world feels right.

With every tear and every smile,
Her love endures through every trial,
A tapestry of warmth and grace,
Her love, a never-ending place.

As years unfold, her love will stay,
A timeless bond that won’t decay,
In every heart, in every part,
A mother’s love, a work of art.