In the quiet of the night, I hear her whisper,
A gentle breeze that carries her love,
Her presence felt in the stars that glimmer,
Guiding me from the heavens above.
Though her touch is now a memory,
Her warmth remains in the morning sun,
Her laughter echoes in the melody,
Of every song thatâs ever sung.
In dreams, her smile lights up the dark,
A beacon of hope, never fading away,
Her love, an eternal spark,
That guides me through each day.
Mom in heaven, forever near,
In every heartbeat, in every tear,
Her spirit lives on, ever clear,
A mother’s love, endless and sincere.