In the heart of a girl, a mother resides,
Her sacrifices, the world often hides.
A life once carefree, now wrapped in grace,
She wears selflessness like a silken lace.

With gentle hands, she cradles the dreams,
Of her children, life's intricate themes.
She nurtures, she guides, through each day and night,
A beacon of love, in the dimmest of light.

In sleepless nights, she tends to their cries,
As tears of exhaustion fill her tired eyes.
But she soldiers on, with unwavering might,
For her children's future, she'll always fight.

She gives up her dreams, her own desires,
To set their hearts soaring, higher and higher.
Her laughter, her tears, all intertwined,
In the tapestry of love, forever enshrined.

A mother's sacrifices, often unsung,
In the symphony of life, where she's the one.
Her love knows no bounds, her strength knows no end,
A girl turned mother, an eternal friend.

So let's honor her, with words and with deeds,
For her sacrifices, her boundless good deeds.
In the girl turned mother, we find our way,
To love, to hope, to a brighter day.