In the quiet dawn, stories unfold,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold.
Mothers and daughters, hand in hand,
Walking together through a timeless land.

Eyes that mirror the same gentle light,
Guiding each other through day and night.
Words unspoken, yet understood,
A bond eternal, pure and good.

Through laughter and tears, they dance in grace,
Each step a memory, each turn a trace.
In the garden of life, they bloom and grow,
Sharing secrets only they know.

As years pass by, the circle remains,
A beautiful echo of joys and pains.
In the heart’s embrace, they find their home,
Together, never alone.