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 prayers to share.
Her heart, a fortress, where fears are allayed,
A sanctuary where precious memories are made.

In the hush of the night, under a moon silver-touched,
She cradles her children, their lives interlaced.
For the love of a mother is the world's greatest treasure,
An unending journey of sacrifice and pleasure.

She's the sun and the moon, the stars in the sky,
A mother's love is the highest high.
For in each laugh, each tear, each discovery,
Echoes the rhythm of her sweet symphony.

Being a mother, a role so profound,
In her, life's greatest joys are found.
Her love shapes the future, guides the way,
A mother's love, the light of each day.
© Athea Veronica