In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace,
A mother’s love begins to trace,
The gentle curves of a newborn’s face,
A bond unbroken, time cannot erase.

Through sleepless nights and whispered fears,
She wipes away the silent tears,
With tender hands and soothing cheers,
She guards her child’s dreams and steers.

Each day a chapter, each moment a rhyme,
She weaves a story through the sands of time,
Her strength, a beacon, her love, a chime,
A melody of life, pure and sublime.

And though the years may swiftly fly,
Her heart remains, a lullaby,
For in her arms, her child will lie,
Forever cherished, by and by.