In a room adorned with gentle light, Where dreams and hopes take flight, A mother of three, yet one of four, Prepares for love's encore. With laughter so clean and whispers tight, A shower of blessings in quiet delight, She stands serene, a gentle guide, With open arms and heart so wide. In the cradle of her care, anew, A symphony of love will brew, A hush, a hope, a soft sigh in bloom, In her gentle world of room.