In the quiet dawn, I hear her whisper,
A breath of memories, soft and tender,
Her laughter echoes in the morning mist,
A haunting melody I dearly miss.
The days stretch on, like shadows long,
Her touch now gone, but still so strong,
In every corner of this silent home,
Her essence lingers, though she’s flown.
Nights are cold, the stars seem dim,
The world less bright, without her hymn,
Her love a beacon, now a distant light,
Guiding me through the darkest night.
Though sheâs gone, her spirit stays,
In the warmth of dawn, in twilight’s haze,
A mother’s love, eternal and pure,
Forever in my heart, she will endure.