Mother: The Real MVP

When the world goes quiet, and the lights go low,
She’s up and moving, with a silent glow.
Making meals with magic, wiping sleep from her eyes,
Packing dreams in lunchboxes, under morning skies.

She ties her hair, she ties her shoes,
Wears a smile to chase the blues.
She’s off to work with grace and grit,
Never once does she ever quit.

She’s the calm in the chaos,
The fire in the fight,
She’s the prayer in the silence,
That gets us through the night.
She’s not just a mother—
She’s the real MVP,
Giving all of her world,
So we could be free.

She’s juggling roles like a circus act,
Home and office, she’s got your back.
Her dreams she parks, her wants she hides,
So we can soar on rising tides.

She’s Wi-Fi fixer, hug provider,
Secret keeper, soul igniter.
The one who stays when the world walks out,
The one who believes, without a doubt.

She’s the calm in the chaos,
The fire in the fight,
She’s the prayer in the silence,
That gets us through the night.
She’s not just a mother—
She’s the real MVP,
Carving out stars
So we can dream free.

And when we shine, it’s her light we show,
A love so fierce, the world will know.
Behind every win, behind every dream…
Is a mother—our champion, our queen.