In the quiet dawn, her whispers rise,
A lullaby of love, soft and wise.
Guiding hands through night and day,
A beacon of warmth, lighting the way.
Her laughter echoes in the golden sun,
A melody of joy, never undone.
With every hug, a promise she makes,
To hold, to heal, whatever it takes.
Through stormy skies and gentle rain,
Her strength endures, her spirit remains.
A tapestry of love, woven with care,
In every thread, her heart laid bare.
Oh, gentle soul with endless grace,
In her embrace, we find our place.
A mother’s love, a timeless song,
In her arms, where we belong.