Beneath the canvas of a twilight sky,
A whisper through the cosmos softly sighs.
“The shadows have their seasons, too,” she’d say,
Her laughter in the breeze, not far away.

March’s end brought a transition so profound,
A vibrant soul to the stars became unbound.
A woman of fierce joy and sparkle-eyed fun,
Found the beauty in the set of every sun.

Outgoing, independent, full of life,
In every well-tailored charm, she found delight.
Her spirit, a beacon that burns ever bright,
Guides through memories like stars in the night.

With each “hello,” in jest, to passing grace,
Her legacy lives on, beyond time’s embrace.
In the quiet, I feel her close and dear—
A guide, a friend, my mother, ever near.

Now, her journey takes her where we all must go,
To a place beyond the tears, the pain, the woe.
Her essence lingers sweet in every room,
A promise that love blooms beyond the tomb.

So, here’s to you, the woman of the hour,
Your life, a testament to love’s great power.
From shadows to the light, your path I trace,
Honored, loved, in the heart’s eternal space.

Let these images reflect the soul’s eternal dance,
In memory of love’s unending, tender expanse.