In the quiet corners of the mind, she dwells,The echoes of lullabies, softly she tells.A mother’s heart, a poet’s soul entwined,In Sylvia’s world, where shadows are defined.

Cradling dreams in nocturnal embrace,She weaves her words with a delicate grace.The tender touch of motherhood she knows,Yet beneath the surface, her sorrow grows.

The sunlit laughter of her child, so dear,A fleeting balm for the persistent tear.In the depths of her verses, truth unfolds,As the heart a silent story holds.

In the dance between light and shadow’s play,Sylvia’s spirit finds its way.A beacon of strength amidst the fray,A mother’s love, forever to stay.