Amidst the twinkling lights of Christmas Eve, A heart feels heavy, grieves for those who’ve gone. In silence, memories woven, quietly weave, Where melodies of laughter once adorned. Her eyes, reflections of December’s snow, Glimmer with tears of longing for the past. Yet in the glow of candlelight cast low, Two daughters' smiles shine gentle, steadfast. With open arms, her husband holds her near, His whispered words, a balm for aching night. Their love, a constellation, burning clear, To guide her through the longest winter’s fight. For though her parents’ voices now have stilled, The echo of their love remains instilled.