In shadows deep, where silence dwells,
A child seeks love, where darkness swells.
Her eyes, a mirror of sorrow’s deep,
In silent tears, her heart does weep.
She whispers softly to the night,
Yearning for her mother’s light,
But echoes fade into the gloom,
In the quiet of her empty room.
Oh, Mother dear, where have you gone?
Why must I face this world alone?
I long to feel your gentle touch,
To hear your voice, I miss so much.
In dreams, she sees her mother’s face,
A fleeting glimpse, a warm embrace,
Yet morning comes, and she’s alone,
In a world where love feels overthrown.
But in her heart, a spark remains,
A love that death could not detain.
Though she may weep and feel despair,
Her mother’s love will always care.
For in the whispers of the breeze,
In moonlit nights and rustling trees,
Her mother’s spirit softly sings,
And to her child, forever clings.
Though parted by the hands of fate,
Their bond transcends both time and state.
In every beat of her heart’s drum,
She finds her mother’s love, her home.
Comments