In the garden of her gentle grace, Mom, my best friend, held my small hands, With stories woven in love's embrace, In light and shadow, like shifting sands. But life, with its abrupt decree, Tore her away in a silent breath. Unexpected, like a storm at sea, Leaving echoes of an aching death. Heartbroken winds howl through my soul, In empty rooms where laughter slept, A void where warmth once made me whole, And all these tears, so freely wept. Yet in the sky, her light remains, A guiding star through night and pains.