In the quiet hours before dawn,
Her gentle whispers weave dreams anew,
A lullaby only a mother can know,
Cradling the stars in a soft embrace.

Through the laughter and the tears,
Her eyes reflect the boundless skies,
A universe held in tender arms,
Guiding footsteps with each heartbeat.

The warmth of her smile lights the way,
Through shadowed paths and sunny glades,
Her strength an unyielding shield,
Against the tempest of a restless world.

In her love, we find our home,
A sanctuary where dreams take flight,
Forever held in her gentle song,
A mother’s love, an endless night.