In the heart of the home, the shines bright,
A mother, a guide, in the soft morning light.
Her love, like a river, flows without end,
A nurturer, a teacher, an eternal friend.

Her hands, always working, gentle yet strong,
Crafting a haven where her children belong.
Her eyes, filled with warmth, understanding, and grace,
Reflecting the wonder in each tiny face.

Her voice, a melody in the still morning air,
Whispering tales, dreams, and...