In the quiet dawn, your voice still lingers,
A tender whisper carried by the breeze,
Your laughter echoes in the morning light,
A melody that never seems to cease.

The world feels colder since you’ve gone away,
A vacant space where warmth and love once grew,
Memories of you, like stars, still guide me,
Through nights so dark, and skies of endless blue.

I search for traces of your gentle touch,
In every flower, in each passing cloud,
The scent of roses brings you close again,
A fleeting glimpse, a presence in the crowd.

Though time may heal the wounds of losing you,
Your spirit lives within my heart’s embrace,
In dreams, you come to soothe my troubled mind,
A mother’s love that time cannot erase.