A mother's love, though silenced, still makes its throne.
Her absence echoes, a deafening hush,
A testament of sacrifices, forever a gentle rush.
With hands that healed and a heart that cared,
She tried and mended shattered dreams,soothed souls impaired.
Her words, were soothing balm to weary hearts,
A refuge of empathy, where love would never part.
Though she whispered little of her own pain,
Her selflessness shone bright, like a love that would remain.
In her silence, her legacy resounds,
Love that still sustains, forever bound.
In memories of kindness, her voice is clear,
Whisper of love, her heartfelt choice, always near.
Though she's has gone her impact stays,
That silence that speaks louder, in endless ways.
Her love remains, a guiding light,
Illuminating paths, through darkest night.
In my hearts, her love will forever be,
Silence that speaks volumes, of empathy.
Your Daughter said, indeed Silence speaks louder than words.