In the quiet dawn, a mother wakes,Her dreams woven with tender grace.With gentle hands, she mends and makes,A world of love, her sacred place.Her whispers calm the storm within,Her laughter lights the darkest night.In every hug, her heart begins,To guide us toward the morning light.Through trials faced, her spirit strong,She carries burdens without fear.In every tear and every song,Her courage sings so pure, so clear.Ode to the mothers, unseen and bold,Your love, a tapestry of gold.In every story, new and old,Your strength and warmth forever hold.