In silent rooms where echoes drift, Your gentle spirit we still lift. Though time may weave its quiet threads, Your love remains, a warmth that spreads. Through whispered winds, your heart we trace, In dreams you share a soft embrace. Four souls you've nurtured with your grace, In every laugh, your light we face. Though words unspoken lay between, Your strength is held in tender sheen. On Mother's Day, we honor still, The love that time can never kill.