In the heart of bustling cities,
Where dreams and duties collide,
She walks with silent strength,
A guide through the tide.

Her eyes hold stories untold,
Of battles fought and won,
Balancing on life’s tightrope,
Until each day is done.

With whispers of compassion,
She heals with gentle hands,
Building futures from fragments,
In worlds she understands.

Her spirit, fierce and tender,
A beacon in the night,
Modern mother, ever present,
Her love, our guiding light.