In the gentle whispers of the night,
A son dreams of his mother’s embrace,
Her love a steadfast guiding light,
Through every trial, every race.

Her hands, though worn, weave tales of old,
Stories of courage, hope, and grace,
In every word, her heart unfolds,
A world of warmth, a sacred space.

As time moves on, and seasons change,
The bond remains unbroken, strong,
A silent vow, a shared exchange,
Between the heartbeats, a lifelong song.

Through distance vast and moments apart,
Her love endures, like an endless sea,
In every son, a piece of her heart,
A testament to eternity.