In the gentle sigh of autumn air, I feel her presence linger there— A wife, a mother, a friend so dear, Her memory speaks in whispered cheer. Her laughter danced with wooden spoons, In kitchens where her heart attuned; To every dish, she gave her soul, Creating warmth, making us whole. On this day when the leaves descend, I sense her love that knows no end. Though gone, her spirit wildly thrives, In recipes and cherished lives. With every meal that she once made, Her essence gathers and does parade— A legacy of love and light, In heart and home, she shines so bright.