In the quiet cradle of twilight, where shadows softly fall,

There lies a story untold, a melody for all.

It is the tale of a heart, boundless and true,

A mother's love, eternal, ever anew.

Beneath the watchful gaze of the stars that shimmer bright,

Her voice whispers dreams into the veil of night.

With every word she speaks, with every tear she dries,

She crafts a world of wonder, beneath the endless skies.

Oh, Mother, your hands have painted life’s canvas wide,

With strokes of patience and love, side by side.

From the first fragile cry to the steps we take alone,

Your guiding hand has been our steadfast throne.

When the storms of life rage fierce and wild,

You stand as the rock, calm and mild.

Yet within your embrace, we find a spark,

A fire that fuels the courage to embark.

So let us raise our voices, not in sorrow but in cheer,

For the joy of having you is far and near.

Though tears may flow, they glisten with light,

As we celebrate the gift of your eternal might.

Cry with joy, for the bond we share,

Is one that no distance can ever impair.

Mother, your love is a symphony, sweet and rare,

Forever echoing in the chambers of care.

This poem, a humble tribute, flows from the soul,

To honor the mothers who make us whole.

May their laughter ripple through time, unbound,

As we cherish the moments that forever astound.

Thus, as we journey through life’s winding road,

We carry with us the wisdom you’ve bestowed.

And though the years may change the hue of the day,

Your love remains, in every possible way.

Cry with joy, for the love you give,

Is the essence that helps us truly live.