A mother’s love is soft and wide,
A quiet strength that walks beside.
In every tear she gently dries,
In every truth behind her eyes.

It’s in the warmth of late-night care,
The way she’s always, always there.
In whispered hope, in steady hands,
In all the ways she understands.

Her love asks nothing, yet gives all,
It lifts you up each time you fall.
A constant light, both fierce and true—
A world of love wrapped up in you.