In the quiet hours of dawnâs gentle glow,
A mother rises, with strength to bestow.
Her heart a compass, guiding the way,
Through sleepless nights and endless days.
Her hands weave stories, soft as the breeze,
Cradling dreams, nurturing with ease.
Her eyes, a haven, where love resides,
A lighthouse shining, through life’s tides.
In moments of doubt, she finds her grace,
A warrior’s spirit, in life’s embrace.
Her laughter, a melody, sweet and pure,
A balm for hearts, a love that endures.
Through every tear and every smile,
She walks the path, with courage and style.
A mother’s love, a timeless song,
In her arms, we forever belong.