Two years have passed, a tender breeze, Yet memory whispers through the trees. A mother’s grace remains in bloom, Though time has stretched the threads of room. Each day your laughter finds its way, Guiding hearts in soft ballet. In every sunlit petal's sway, I feel you near, though far away. Missed so much, yet ever near, In the silence, I hear you clear. A love that bends but never breaks— In you, a legacy awakes.