Poem: Mother

The silence falls, a hollow space,
Where once her laughter found its place.
Her hands, once warm, now still and cold,
A story left, no words to hold.

The world spins on, yet something’s gone,
A light that flickers, then moves on.
Her voice, a whisper in the air,
A memory, soft and rare.

I seek her eyes in every crowd,
In every cloud, her face is loud.
But time, a thief, has taken her,
And left me here, lost in the blur.

Yet in the quiet, I still feel,
The love she gave, so pure, so real.
Her spirit lingers, close and near,
A mother’s love, forever clear.

Though she’s gone, she’s never far,
A guiding light, a distant star.
In every tear, in every sigh,
She whispers, “Child, don’t say goodbye.”

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie