In the silent hours of the night,
When the world is fast asleep,
A mother’s love shines bright,
In her heart, the memories she keeps.

Her hands are worn and weary,
Yet her spirit remains strong,
Through every trial and teary,
She sings her child a lullaby song.

The days are long and never easy,
But her love knows no bounds,
In her arms, she holds them closely,
As their laughter and joy resound.

A mother’s heart is a garden,
Where seeds of love are sown,
Through every season and every pardon,
Her devotion is eternally shown.