In the quiet hours before dawn’s light,
A mother’s heart beats with endless might.
Her hands weave dreams, her spirit soars high,
She cradles hope, beneath the sky.

Through sleepless nights and whispered sighs,
She finds her strength, where true love lies.
Each step she takes, with tender grace,
She holds her child, in a warm embrace.

The world may turn, with trials anew,
But a mother’s love remains true.
She sacrifices, day by day,
Guiding her child, come what may.

In her eyes, a universe of care,
A testament of love, beyond compare.
The journey of motherhood, a cherished art,
Etched forever, in her heart.