In the gentle whispers of the night,
A mother cradles dreams unseen,
Her heart a lantern, burning bright,
Guiding souls through paths serene.
Her hands weave stories of sacrifice,
In every thread, a tale untold,
With silent strength, she pays the price,
A guardian in the nights so cold.
Her eyes, a mirror to endless skies,
Reflecting hopes, the stars above,
In tender moments, where love lies,
She nurtures life with boundless love.
A mother’s journey, a timeless song,
Of laughter, tears, and whispered prayers,
In her embrace, we all belong,
A testament to love that cares.