In shadows cast by memories dear, A mother's heart, burdened with silent tears. Her gaze, a canvas of love untold, Longing for the warmth of a small hand to hold.
Whispers of lullabies linger in the air, A cradle of sorrow, an empty rocking chair. Tiny footsteps echo in corridors of the mind, A lonesome symphony, in silence entwined.
Through moonlit nights, she reaches for a star, Yearning for a glimpse, a connection from afar. A lullaby sung by the breeze, a bittersweet song, A mother's love, eternally strong.
In dreams, she cradles him, embraces the past, A love so profound, a bond that will last. Though grief may linger, and tears freely flow, Her love transcends, an eternal glow.
—Jean R.
December 17, 2023
PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE!!!
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