In the quiet of night, when the world is still,
I’ve seen my mother face a portrait of will.
With tears that fell softly, like rain on the ground,
Yet each morning she rose, with strength profound.
Her life for each challenges, heavy and stark,
But she faced them all, igniting a spark.
With grace in her heart and love in her hands,
She built us a home, where hope always stands.
Through struggles and trials, she taught me to fight,
To stand tall and strong, to embrace the light.
In her silent battles, I learned to be brave,
To carry my burdens, to love and to save.
Though shadows may linger, and nights may be long,
Her spirit whispers softly, “Daughter, you are so strong.”
Her every tear, there’s a morale to find,
A testament of courage, a heart intertwined.
I could never be weak, for I’ve seen her rise,
A warrior of love, with fire in her eyes.
From my super woman, learned and behave
To face every storm, to dance in the rain.
A salute for my mother, a beacon, a guide,
In her strength, I find comfort, in her love, I confide.
Every step I take, I carry her grace,
For the heart of a warrior beats strong in this place.