In the stillness of the night she watches over,
Her heart a vessel of boundless care.
Every breath she takes, a silent prayer,
For the ones she loves beyond compare.

Her hands, though weary, never falter,
In the art of giving, she finds her grace.
Through every trial, she stands taller,
A mother, in her rightful place.

The days may grow long, and burdens heavy,
Yet her spirit remains ever bright.
For in her heart, a love so steady,
It guides her through the darkest night.

Oh, the silent strength of a mother’s love,
A beacon that never fails to shine.
In her embrace, the world feels enough,
A testament to her love divine.