In the quiet of the evening, shadows softly fall,
A motherâs love, now a gentle memory, whispers through the hall.
Her hands that once cradled, now rest in peace serene,
Her spirit, a guiding light, in dreams unseen.
The laughter that once filled the air, now echoes in the past,
Her voice, a soothing melody, forever meant to last.
Her warmth, a tender touch, felt in the morning dew,
Her absence, a silent song, that hearts always knew.
In the garden of our lives, her flowers still bloom bright,
Her lessons, a beacon, guiding through the night.
Though her chair now empty, her presence lingers near,
In every tear and smile, her love remains clear.
As the stars embrace the sky, in the gentle twilight’s glow,
A mother’s love transcends, in every heart it grows.
Her journey, though concluded, leaves an eternal trace,
A legacy of love, in every cherished place.