In the quiet hours before dawn breaks,
She whispers dreams into the night,
Guiding tender hearts with every breath,
Her love a beacon, steadfast and bright.

Through storms and sunshine, she remains,
An anchor in the shifting tide,
With hands that heal and words that soothe,
In her embrace, we safely hide.

Her laughter is a melody pure,
A song of joy that fills the air,
With every sacrifice she makes,
She shows us how deeply she cares.

And as the years weave paths unknown,
Her wisdom grows, her spirit soars,
For in her heart, a boundless love,
That nurtures, guides, and ever endures.