MAMA

MAMA

by Dreamy Poetess

Mama, I still reach for you.

The flowers will bloom, the wind may be harsh or kind,

But nothing fills the space you leave behind.

I whisper your name where the silence grows,

Hoping somehow your spirit knows.

Your warmth still lingers, soft and near,

In every breath, I wish to feel you here.

Mama, I was never the perfect daughter;

I stopped asking if you were proud of me, or never.

But I know your love for me has never wavered.

Your face will always have that glow;

So pretty, so pure, as I’ve always known;

The face that comforted me wherever I go.

Love doesn’t wait for time to start;

It lives, unbroken, in my heart.

Until the twelfth of never, wherever I may be,

You are my home, still loving me.

(In loving memory of my mother, who bravely fought Sarcoma.)

Images, generated through Google Gemini, and ChatGPT.