In the quiet hush of dawn's embrace,
A young mom cradles love and grace.
Her tender arms, a haven warm,
Embrace a life, a tiny form.
A baby girl with eyes so bright,
Reflects the stars in gentle light.
A symphony of giggles sweet,
As tiny toes and fingers meet.
In moonlit nights and sunlit days,
She sings soft lullabies, a mother's phrase.
Her heart, a canvas painted pure,
A love that's everlasting, sure.
With every coo, with every cry,
The mother's love will amplify.
She breathes in sync with every breath,
A dance of life, a bond till death.
Through sleepless nights and endless cries,
She finds strength in her baby's eyes.
A lullaby whispered, soft and low,
As dreams in harmony begin to grow.
Tiny hands, a grip so tight,
Hold dreams and hopes in soft moonlight.
A journey woven, two souls entwined,
A love that's boundless, undefined.
A mother's song, a lullaby,
Echoes through the midnight sky.
In every smile, in every tear,
A timeless love, forever near.
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