In the quiet cradle of twilight’s tender glow,
A celestial ballet unfolds, a spectacle to show.
A mother and her baby, a dance so divine,
In the tapestry of life, their hearts entwine.In the hush of dawn, a lullaby is born,
Whispered in the language only love has sworn.
Tiny fingers grasp, a melody in the making,
A sonnet of affection, a symphony in the waking.Moonbeams cradle dreams in a lustrous night,
Where a mother’s gaze becomes a guiding light.
Through the hush of night, a promise is kept,
A watchful guardian as her baby slept.In the cocoon of warmth, a nurturing cocoon,
A sanctuary of love that will forever swoon.
A lighthouse in storms, a harbor so mild,
A mother’s embrace, an unwavering wild.Oh, the cradle of existence, a sacred space,
Where the world’s complexities find solace and grace.
A lullaby of laughter, a sonnet of tears,
A journey of a lifetime that transcends all fears.With each heartbeat, a rhythmic refrain,
A cadence of love that will always sustain.
In the book of existence, a chapter so grand,
A mother and her baby, hand in hand.Eternal embrace, a bond never undone,
Through the rising of the moon to the setting sun.
In the gallery of life, a masterpiece so rare,
A mother and her baby, an everlasting affair.
