In the quiet room where shadows dwell,
Her gentle voice no longer calls,
A void so vast, where whispers fell,
And silence wraps the empty halls.

Her laughter, once a melody bright,
Now lingers in the echoes past,
A mother’s warmth, a guiding light,
In memories held, forever cast.

The world seems dim without her gaze,
Yet love remains in every tear,
Her spirit dances in sunlit rays,
A presence felt, forever near.

Though time may heal the aching heart,
Her essence lives in dreams we keep,
In every dawn, we find a part,
Of her love, as we softly weep.