In the quiet dawn, she nurtures dreams,
Her hands, soft whispers of love,
Cradling life in tender seams,
A gentle spirit, like a dove.

Through the sleepless nights, she stands,
Vigilant guardian of the night,
With every touch, her loving hands,
Weave warmth amidst the coldest fright.

Her laughter, a melody so sweet,
Guiding footsteps through the day,
In her embrace, our hearts do meet,
Where shadows and fears fade away.

Forever etched in time’s embrace,
A mother’s love, a sacred part,
In every smile, in every trace,
Whispers of her steadfast heart.