In the cradle of love, a mother\'s song,
Her lullaby sweet, all troubles be gone.
Guiding hand, a comforting embrace,
Unseen strength, a pillar of grace.
Through sleepless nights and daylight\'s glow,
Her nurturing touch, a constant flow.
In every smile, her reflection gleams,
A symphony of love in tender streams.
From scraped knees to dreams untold,
She weaves a tale of warmth and bold.
With hands that mend and hearts that bind,
A mother\'s love, a treasure to find.
In laughter\'s echo and tears that fall,
Her love endures, steadfast through all.
A beacon bright in life\'s stormy weather,
A mother\'s love, an eternal tether.