In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
I hear her voice, a soft, gentle trace.
Her laughter echoes in the silent breeze,
A memory that time can never seize.

The world feels vast, an endless sea,
Yet her love remains a guiding light for me.
Through the darkest nights and stormy skies,
Her wisdom lingers, where her spirit lies.

In dreams, we wander through fields of gold,
Where stories of old are tenderly retold.
Her warmth, a blanket against the cold,
In every word, her love unfolds.

Though her hands I cannot hold today,
Her spirit walks with me along the way.
In every heartbeat, her legacy remains,
A mother’s love that forever sustains.