In the quiet whisper of the breeze, I hear her song,
A melody of love, so tender and strong.
Her arms, a haven of warmth and grace,
A sanctuary, a most cherished place.

Her stories, woven with threads of gold,
Tales of wisdom, timeless and bold.
Laughter lines etched upon her face,
Each wrinkle a testament to her gentle pace.

Her garden blooms with colors bright,
A testament to her nurturing light.
Roses and lilies, in perfect array,
Reflecting her spirit, day by day.

Though time may pass, and seasons change,
Her love remains, a constant range.
In every memory, her legacy lives,
A gift of love, that forever gives.