In every town and every street, Where laughter rings and hearts still beat, There stands a woman, brave and true The kind the world looks up to, too. With hands that mend and hearts that guide, She walks with grace, her love our pride. She gives without a second thought, And teaches more than books have taught. She’s morning light in sleepy eyes, A gentle hug when teardrops rise, The voice that cheers when hope is thin, The strength that lifts us up again. She shows us how to stand and fight, Yet softens storms with calm and light. She’s every lullaby and prayer, Each quiet moment, always there. To moms who’ve stayed, to moms who’ve gone, To those who cheer us ever on This day is yours, with thanks we raise, Our deepest love, our loudest praise.