In the quiet of night, her whispers sing,
A lullaby woven with gentle threads,
She carries the world in her heart’s embrace,
A guardian of dreams where hope is fed.

Her hands, like the earth, cradle the seeds,
Nurturing life with a patient grace,
In every tear, a river of love,
Her light a beacon in the darkest space.

Through storms she stands, a steadfast tree,
Roots anchored deep, unyielding, strong,
Her laughter, a melody of warmth,
Her silence, a story, a timeless song.

In her eyes, a universe unfolds,
Tales of courage, of loss, of bliss,
The silent strength that guides and holds,
A mother’s love, an eternal kiss.