In the quiet dawn, she rises with grace,
Her heart a compass, guiding each embrace.
Through silent whispers, her love does weave,
A tapestry of care, we never wish to leave.
Her hands, gentle as the morning breeze,
Tend to every wound, put every fear at ease.
In her eyes, a universe, deep and bright,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest night.
Her laughter, a melody that heals the soul,
Her wisdom, a story that makes us whole.
In every sacrifice, she finds her strength,
Her love, a river, flowing in endless length.
Oh, the silent strength of a mother’s love,
A gift from the heavens, from above.
In her shadow, we find our light,
Her presence, a star that shines so bright.