In the gentle breeze, I hear her song,
A melody of love that lingers long.
Her laughter dances in the light,
Guiding me through the darkest night.
Her warmth is in the morning sun,
A reminder that we’re never done.
Though heaven holds her close and dear,
Her spirit whispers, always near.
In dreams, she visits, soft and clear,
A guardian angel, ever near.
Her love, a beacon shining bright,
Through every storm, a guiding light.
Though earth and sky between us stand,
I feel her touch, her gentle hand.
In every star, her eyes I see,
A mother’s love, eternally.