With every touch, she weaves her love,
A lullaby, soft as skies above.
Her arms are cradles, her heart a song,
She carries her child where they belong.
Through sleepless nights and joyful tears,
She guards their dreams, calms their fears.
In every laugh, in every sigh,
Her love’s a bond that will never die.
She shapes a world where hope can soar,
A mother’s love—forevermore.
