In the quiet cradle of the moonlit night,
A wise mother’s eyes, aglow with soft light.
Her gaze, a tapestry of tales untold,
In the vast universe of love, unfolds.Beneath the canvas of the starry skies,
She spins wisdom in the threads of her eyes.
A beacon of strength in life’s swirling storm,
A haven of solace, a heart ever warm.In the whispers of the ancient trees,
Her wisdom echoes on the gentle breeze.
A symphony of knowledge, a silent song,
In her watchful eyes, we all belong.Her pupils, windows to a lifetime’s lore,
Hold the secrets of generations before.
In the crinkles by her eyes, laughter’s trace,
A roadmap of joy, etched on her grace.With every blink, a story takes flight,
A saga of courage, of conquering night.
Her eyes, deep wells of empathy,
Reflect a world of boundless legacy.In the iris, reflections of dreams,
Guiding us through life’s winding streams.
Through valleys of hardship, mountains of grace,
She imparts the lessons etched on her face.Golden flecks shimmer like stars at play,
A reminder of strength in night and day.
In the labyrinth of life, she’s the guide,
With wisdom as the compass by her side.Oh, wise mother, your eyes tell the tale,
Of a love enduring, an unwavering sail.
In the chronicles of time, your wisdom stands,
A masterpiece painted by the gentlest hands.So, let us cherish the lessons she imparts,
Written in the language of love, in our hearts.
For in the depth of her gaze, we find,
A wise mother’s legacy, forever entwined.
