In solitude, a mother stands with grace,
Her struggles masked by love's embrace.
A child's eyes behold her strength anew,
In moments shared, their bond holds true.
Through trials small, she navigates the way,
Guiding with care, both night and day.
Though challenges may cast their shadow near,
Her love's a beacon, never faltering, clear.
With patience as her armor, she persists,
In every trial, she gently insists.
A lullaby in whispered words she weaves,
A sanctuary of warmth her child receives.
Her hands, a haven, cradle dreams and fears,
A refuge strong, to wipe away all tears.
In tender gazes, secrets they exchange,
A silent language, love's eternal range.
No pedestal required, her beauty lies,
In sacrifices made beneath the skies.
The child's heart, a testament to her grace,
A masterpiece of love, a warm embrace.
Though life's storms may occasionally shake,
Their bond unbreakable, they shall not forsake.
A mother's journey, a tale of strength and care,
In every whispered prayer, her child finds solace rare.
