Poems for Mom’s Funeral
Whispers of the Willow In the shade of willow’s grace,Soft echoes of her tender face.Leaves rustle with serene ease,Mom’s gentle touch in the breeze.Branches arch, a cradle’s swing,Songs of comfort softly sing.Underneath the verdant dome,She crafted love, our sacred home.Her laughter, light through dappled sun,In her presence, sorrow undone.Each leaf a note, her whispered love,Now…