In the quiet whispers of the night,
Her lullabies echo in the heart’s chamber,
Where her gentle hands once soothed,
Now the silence deepens, lingering longer.

Her laughter once filled the hollow rooms,
Like sunlight seeping through morning curtains,
Now shadows cling to the corners,
Where her warmth once dissolved all burdens.

The garden she tended blooms still,
Yet lacks the tender touch of her care,
Each petal, a memory of her love,
Each scent, a reminder of her gentle flair.

In dreams, she visits with a soft smile,
A ghost of love that time cannot erase,
Her spirit dances in the wind’s embrace,
In every memory, her love we still trace.