For the mothers we have lost

Your laughter still fills empty rooms
a gentle light at morning's bloom
I weave your seasons into mine
threads of sorrow, grace, and time

I place a quiet cup at dawn
whisper your name though you’re gone
In simple things I often find
the steady traces you left behind

You showed my hands how to be brave
how to care for what you gave
I feel your touch in ordinary days
those quiet, patient, loving ways

No wreath can hold the memories kept
no single word can hush the wept
Yet love returns in steady flows
in every hush, your presence shows

Today I bow and thank the sky
for all you were, for every why
I carry forward what you planned
your soft voice shaping who I am

If I could, I’d touch your face
and say that time won’t erase
the love that reaches past the loss
a steady light, my guiding cross

To you mother you're never truly gone
I leave a place of tenderness and tender grace
In this small silence, hear my prayer
you’re loved — you’re with me everywhere