In the quiet of the night, she whispers dreams,
Her tender voice, a balm to soothe our fears,
With every kiss, she mends our broken seams,
Her love a beacon, shining through the years.

Her hands, though worn, still cradle us with care,
In every sacrifice, her heart does sing,
A melody of love beyond compare,
Her gentle strength, a truly wondrous thing.

Through storms and shadows, she remains our light,
Her spirit, fierce and boundless, guides our way,
In her embrace, the world feels safe and right,
Her love, a constant, come what may.

As time moves on, her legacy endures,
In every heart, her love forever stays,
A mother’s love, so selfless and so pure,
A timeless gift that never fades away.