In the quiet hours of dawn, she rises,
With tender hands and a heart so wise,
Cradling dreams and wiping tears,
She conquers all her silent fears.

Her lullabies are the symphony of life,
A gentle whisper amidst the strife,
With each embrace, a world she builds,
A fortress firm, a love instilled.

Through storms and sunshine, she remains,
A beacon of hope in life’s domains,
Her strength, a testament of grace,
In her arms, we find our place.

Motherhood, a journey profound and vast,
A legacy of love that will forever last,
In her heart, the world finds peace,
In her love, all doubts cease.