In the quiet of the night, she holds her child tight,
Whispering dreams of stars and moonlight.
Her heart beats with love, pure and true,
A beacon of strength, in all she will do.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She guides her child in countless ways.
Her hands, though weary, never waver,
A mother’s touch, a life-long saver.

With every smile and every tear,
She stands beside, always near.
Her wisdom, a light in the darkest time,
Her courage, a mountain she will climb.

In the tapestry of life, she weaves her love,
A delicate thread from heaven above.
A mother’s heart, vast and deep,
In her embrace, forever we keep.