In the quiet hours of dawn’s first light,
She whispers dreams to the stars above,
Carrying hopes in her heart so tight,
Wrapped in the warmth of endless love.
Her hands weave tales of courage bold,
Through the trials of each passing day,
Every story in her arms enfold,
Guiding her children on their way.
With eyes that see beyond the veil,
She nurtures life with tender care,
A love so deep, it will never fail,
Her spirit a beacon, always there.
A mother’s love, a timeless song,
In every heart it finds a home,
Through joy and sorrow, weak and strong,
Forever with her children, they roam.