In the silence of her absence, I find
A lingering echo, a whisper of time,
Where memories float like autumn leaves
In the gentle breeze of a mother’s love.

Her voice, a lullaby in the night,
Now a haunting melody in my mind,
Each note a reminder of a bond so tight,
Forever etched in the sands of time.

I seek her in the shadows of dawn,
In the first light that breaks the dark,
But all I find is the aching void,
Where once her presence left its mark.

Yet in the whispers of the wind, I hear
Her gentle guidance, her soothing cheer,
Though she’s gone, her spirit remains near,
A mother’s love, eternal and clear.