In gentle moonlight, whispers call, It's been a year since shadows fell— The laughter gone, yet echoes tall, In memories where you still dwell. Oh, how you laughed, the brightest sun, The best of moms, a boundless spring— Yet in this silence, breath is none, And tears are born from everything. One year has passed, a fleeting sigh, A gap the dawn can hardly heal— Yet in each breeze, I feel you nigh, A love so deep, a bond so real.