In the quiet glow of dawn's embrace, A mother's love, a sacred grace. Four hearts she nurtures, day and night, Her beacon through the darkest plight. In toil and sweat, her hours spent, To place the feast where hunger's meant. On weary limbs, though pain may dwell, Her strength endures, a tale to tell. Between two realms, her spirit glides, A bridge where love and hope reside. Though grief has carved its aching script, A mother's heart will not be clipped. For though her child in shadows gone, His laughter in the stars lives on. His sisters, three, they hold him close, In dreams and whispers, like the rose. With gifts unseen, she speaks the light, Her guides, her kin, in endless night. Her bond with him, a golden strand, Across the worlds, their love, unmanned. So here she stands, a testament, In gratitude, her heart's lament. These four, her pillars, through life they sway, In everlasting pride, come what may.