In the quiet of her passing, shadows gently fall,
Memories of laughter echo in the hall.
A mother’s love, a guiding light,
Now a star in the silent night.

Her tender whispers, a soothing balm,
Now reside in the heart, a serene calm.
She taught us strength, she taught us grace,
In every challenge, her spirit we embrace.

Though her hands no longer hold,
Her warmth lingers, a story told.
In dreams, she visits, ever near,
Her presence felt, her voice we hear.

In the garden of our hearts, she blooms,
A flower of love that forever looms.
In the quiet of her passing, we find,
A mother’s love, eternally entwined.