In fields where gentle whispers play,
Her voice, a guiding star in night,
Nurturing dreams in soft array,
Her love, a beacon burning bright.

Her hands, like earth, so firm and kind,
Sowed seeds of strength within his soul,
A bond unbroken, intertwined,
Her spirit made the poet whole.

In every word he crafted true,
Her echoes danced in subtle grace,
A mother’s wisdom shining through,
In verses where their worlds embrace.

Though time may weave its silent thread,
Her presence lingers in his rhyme,
A timeless love, forever spread,
Across the vastness of their time.