**My Mentor**

Beneath this stone, where shadows play, Rest the words of one who lit the way. With ink-stained hands and a heart so wide, A compass for those lost, a gentle guide. In whispered verses, wisdom flowed, A garden of thoughts, where courage sowed. With every line, a spark ignited, In the realm of dreams, our souls united. Their laughter danced on the edge of night, Turning raw emotions to purest light. A tapestry woven with passion's thread, In every stanza, the living and dead. Though silence may cloak this cherished name, The echoes of passion will linger the same. For in the heart of each word they taught, Lives the legacy of the hope they sought. So here we gather, in memory's embrace, To honor the journey, the uncharted space. Dear mentor of mine, forever you'll dwell, In the rhythms of life, and the stories we tell.