In silent whispers of the night,
Her presence lingers, soft and bright,
A mother’s love, forever warm,
Through life’s relentless, stormy swarm.

Her gentle hands, her tender touch,
Now memories we cherish much,
In every tear and heartfelt sigh,
Her spirit soars beyond the sky.

The days are long, the nights are cold,
Without her warmth, without her hold,
Yet in our hearts, she’ll always stay,
Guiding us in her own way.

Though death has taken her away,
Her love remains, will never sway,
A mother’s bond, so deep, so true,
In every breath, we feel it too.