In the quiet whispers of dawn’s embrace,
Lies the strength of a thousand storms,
Her hands weave magic in the morning light,
Crafting dreams with gentle warmth.

Her eyes, pools of wisdom and care,
Illuminate paths hidden in shadows,
Guiding with love that knows no bounds,
Through every joy and silent sorrow.

In laughter, her spirit dances free,
In silence, her presence holds me near,
Her heart, a sanctuary of endless grace,
A refuge from the world’s cold fear.

Though time may weather her gentle hands,
Her love remains an eternal flame,
A beacon that forever guides my way,
My mother, my heart, my everlasting name.