In the heart's quiet corner, a truth softly lies, Of a mother whose love holds the brightest sunrise. Dear Mum, in your shadow I've grown and I've soared, Yet seldom say how with grace you've adored. Proud beams from your eyes like morning's first light, Yet I have my own stars to paint in the night. For all of the whispers, the warmth of your tone, Your strength like a river flows gently, unknown. A son has his wings, but your roots are so deep, You cradled me close through all valleys steep. Thank you, dear Mum, for the love that you sow, In gardens of heart where your legacy grows.