In whispers of the wind, I hear her name, A gentle touch within the autumn's breath, An echo soft that still ignites the flame, Of memories untouched by time or death. She stitched the stars into my skies so bright, A guiding light, an anchor in the storm, Her laughter, like a beacon in the night, Now shadows dance where once her love brought warmth. Before the vows were spoken on that day, Her absent presence graced the flowers' bloom, Yet in my heart, she walks the aisle in May, Her spirit fills the silence of the room. An amazing mother, always near, In every tear and smile, she lingers still, Her love, a fortress built to shield my fear, And in my heart forever, live she will.