In the glow of city lights, she stands tall,
A modern mother, answering every call.
Her hands weave dreams from morning till night,
In her eyes, a fire burning bright.

She wears many hats, yet she remains one,
A warrior, a nurturer, her journey never done.
Balancing worlds, she dances through time,
With grace and love, she creates her own rhyme.

The weight of the world, she bears with a smile,
Every step she takes, every single mile.
Her heart is a fortress, her will like steel,
In her embrace, every wound can heal.

Modern mothers, pillars of unspoken might,
In their arms, the future takes flight.
Through trials and triumphs, they stand so grand,
The silent strength of a mother’s hand.