In the quiet of the morning light,
She rises with the sun’s first ray,
Carrying the weight of dreams and hopes,
A mother’s love, come what may.

Her hands weave stories in the kitchen,
Each meal a testament to care,
She mends our wounds with gentle whispers,
Her strength beyond compare.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She stands a pillar, firm and tall,
Her heart a well of boundless patience,
Ready to catch us if we fall.

And though her sacrifices go unseen,
Her love is felt in every breath,
For a mother’s touch endures all time,
A guiding light until our death.