In the quiet morning light she stands,
A gentle guardian, with caring hands,
Her whispers weave through dreams untold,
In her embrace, the world unfolds.
Through storms and sun, her spirit strong,
She carries burdens, rights the wrongs,
Her laughter, a melody, sweet and bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.
Her stories bind us, thread by thread,
In every word, her love is spread,
A tapestry of life she weaves,
In every heart, her spirit breathes.
Oh, mother’s love, a timeless sea,
Boundless as eternity,
In every tear and every smile,
Her legacy, a love worthwhile.