In aisles of light, where whispers drift, A mother stands, a gentle gift. Her strength, a pillar, silent, sure, In every moment, love endures. Her laughter, soft as morning dew, Infuses warmth in all she’ll do. In rhythms of the checkout hum, She shines, our guiding "Shop Mum." With baskets full, her wisdom flows, A tapestry of care she sows. Through jests and smiles, she lights the way, A beacon bright in everyday.