In the quiet morning hours, she rises with the dawn,
Her heart a well of courage, her love a gentle song.
With every step, she weaves a world of endless care,
A fortress built of whispers, a haven always there.

Her hands are soft and tender, yet they carry all our fears,
Mending broken dreams, wiping away our tears.
Through storms and sunlit days, she stands a guiding light,
A beacon in the darkness, turning wrongs to right.

In laughter and in sorrow, her spirit shines so bright,
A tapestry of memories, a source of pure delight.
She dances through the chaos, her heart forever strong,
A melody of kindness, an everlasting song.

Oh, mother, silent warrior, your love knows no bounds,
In every beat of our hearts, your presence resounds.
For all the battles fought and the dreams you help us see,
We honor you, dear mother, for all eternity.