In the hush of memory, I see you — smiling. Your strength like rooted blossoms, Your laughter, sunlight through leaves. You taught me to rise, to reach, To wrap kindness like leis around the weary. You made magic from leftovers, Joy from ordinary mornings. Your love — fragrant and fierce — Lingers in everything I do. Still blooming. Still beautiful. Like the sweetness of gardenias.