In the quiet whispers of the night,
Her voice sings lullabies of ancient tales,
With every word, a legacy bright,
A motherâs love that never pales.
Her gentle hands weave dreams anew,
Guiding through the tempest and the calm,
With wisdom vast and kindness true,
Her presence, an eternal balm.
In her eyes, the stars find rest,
Reflecting hopes and endless grace,
Each gaze a promise to be blessed,
An English motherâs warm embrace.
Through the seasons, she stands firm,
A pillar of strength, a beacon of light,
Her endless love, a steady term,
In her heart, day turns to night.