In the quiet whisper of the night, She drifted softly, out of sight, Her gentle heart ceased its beat, Leaving…
In the gentle embrace of her guiding hands, She weaves dreams with soft whispers of care, Her smile, a beacon…
In the quiet morning light, her whispers softly sing, A melody of love, in every gentle thing. Her eyes, a…
In the quiet corners of her faded home, Stories linger like dust in sunlight beams, Wisps of laughter echo through…
In the silence of her absence, I wander, Through memories woven with tender threads, Her laughter, a melody now distant,…
In the quiet of the evening light,She weaves tales with gentle hands,A tapestry of love and might,In simple words, her…
In the gentle morning light, she stands A guardian of dreams, a tender hand Her whispers weave the fabric of…
In the gentle folds of morning light, Your whispers cradle my waking dreams, A guardian angel in the quiet night,…
In the quiet dawn she rises, Her love woven in every task, A gentle strength that never tires, A warmth…
My Mom: A Beacon of Love, A Guide Through Darkness, A Source of Strength, An Endless Well of Comfort
In the gentle whispers of the night, Her voice carries the soothing balm, A tender lullaby that eases fright, A…