In the garden of stars, where whispers reside, A gentle voice calls, across space and tide. Oh, Mom, in the stillness, hear my heart's plea— I miss you profoundly, your love still with me. In dreams, you appear, your smile aglow, A beacon of peace in night's tender flow. With faith as my lantern, in God's embrace, Your spirit reflects a timeless grace. Never forgotten, your essence shines bright, Guiding my journey through shadow and light. In love everlasting, our souls intertwine, A bond eternal, divinely designed.