In the gentle dawn, her voice unfolds,
A melody weaving dreams anew,
Her words are anchors, stories told,
Guiding spirits with wisdom’s hue.
Her laughter dances in the breeze,
A soothing balm for weary souls,
In her gaze, the world finds peace,
Where love and kindness make us whole.
Her hands, a cradle for tender fears,
Crafting courage from doubtâs embrace,
She plants hope through countless years,
In every heart, she leaves her trace.
In twilight’s glow, her whispers stay,
An echo in the hearts she warms,
An English motherâs timeless way,
Binding us in her loving arms.