MOTHER

In the quiet of dawn, a mother's love blooms,
An endless embrace that eternally looms.
Her heart, a compass guiding each day,
In her arms, worries gently sway.

Through sleepless nights and sunlit morns,
Her care is woven, like threads of yarn.
She holds dreams with a tender might,
Turning shadows into morning light.

In her gaze, the world's ultimate grace,
A reflection of love, a sacred space.
Through trials and triumphs, calm and storm,
Her unwavering warmth keeps us warm.

Her love, a beacon that forever glows,
In every moment, her essence shows.
An eternal symphony, soft and grand,
The ultimate touch of a guiding hand.