In the quiet corners of this empty home,
Her laughter lingers in the walls, echoing
Through the halls where her footsteps roamed,
Leaving memories that forever cling.

The sun sets softly, casting shadows long,
Where once her gentle touch would mend,
Now the nights feel endlessly drawn,
Wishing time could somehow bend.

In dreams, her voice whispers sweet,
Guiding me through the darkest nights,
In the silence, where our hearts still meet,
Her love remains, a guiding light.

Though the world feels vast and wide,
Her presence lingers, ever near,
A mother’s love, an eternal tide,
In every tear, in every cheer.