In the quiet dawn of childhood's light, Her gentle whispers sparked my flight. With hands that shaped my dreams anew, She taught me skies beyond the blue. Her courage, a beacon in each stride, Through every storm, her strength my guide. With every lullaby softly spun, She was my moon, my stars, my sun. In her laughter, I found my song, A melody where I belong. From her heart, my spirit's fire, My first muse, my core, my choir.