In fields of green, where shadows play,
Her gentle voice would guide the way.
Through whispers soft, in twilight’s glow,
A mother’s love, eternal flow.

Her hands, like earth, both strong and kind,
Shaped the poet’s heart and mind.
In every word, her spirit stayed,
A legacy that won’t decay.

When storms would rise and darkness near,
Her presence brought the light of cheer.
A beacon through life’s turbulent sea,
Her wisdom, a steadfast decree.

Now in the echoes of his verse,
Her memory, a universe.
In Heaney’s lines, she lives anew,
A bond unbroken, pure and true.