In the quiet of the night, her voice lingers,
A gentle breeze that rustles the leaves,
Memories woven like delicate threads,
In the tapestry of my heart, she weaves.

Her laughter echoes in the corners of my soul,
A melody that dances through the years,
Though time has taken her gentle hand,
Her love remains, assuaging my fears.

I search the stars for signs of her presence,
In the twilight where secrets softly rest,
Her smile, a guiding light in the darkness,
A mother’s love, forever blessed.

Though the world feels colder in her absence,
Her warmth still lingers in the air,
In dreams, she visits with whispers of comfort,
Reminding me that she’s always there.