In the quiet hours, where shadows play,
I seek the warmth of yesterday.
Her gentle voice, a guiding light,
Now whispers softly in the night.
Memories dance in twilight’s glow,
Her laughter, a melody I used to know.
Each tear a pearl upon my cheek,
A silent prayer for words I seek.
The world spins on, a dizzying flight,
Yet in my heart, she’s holding tight.
Her love, a beacon through storm and strife,
A timeless bond that transcends life.
Though stars may fade and days pass by,
Her spirit soars beyond the sky.
In every breeze, her presence true,
A mother’s love, forever new.