Eternal Echoes: A Tribute to a Mother's Love

Eternal Echoes: A Tribute to a Mother's Love

In the quiet dawn of morning light,
Her presence whispers, soft and bright.
A mother's love, so deep and pure,
A bond that time can scarce endure.

She held me close in tender arms,
Shielding me from life's alarms.
With every kiss, each gentle touch,
She gave her all, she gave so much.

Her laughter was the morning sun,
Her smile, the glow when day is done.
In her eyes, I saw my dreams,
In her heart, love's endless streams.

She taught me how to face my fears,
Wiped away my countless tears.
With patience, wisdom, strength untold,
She was my anchor, firm and bold.

Her hands were rough from toil and care,
Yet, oh, so soft when smoothing hair.
Her voice, a balm, a soothing song,
In her embrace, I felt so strong.

Through nights of fever, days of pain,
She stood by me, through loss and gain.
Her faith, a beacon in the dark,
Guided me, a steadfast arc.

Yet, life, in its unyielding way,
Took her from me, stole her away.
A silent thief, with cold intent,
Left me lost, in sorrow bent.

The day she left, the sky was gray,
The sun itself seemed far away.
An empty chair, a vacant room,
Her absence cast a haunting gloom.

I search for her in every place,
In memories, I find her face.
Her laughter echoes in my mind,
A fleeting ghost, so hard to find.

I miss the warmth of her embrace,
The gentle touch, the loving grace.
Her wisdom, now a distant star,
A guiding light, yet oh, so far.

In dreams, she comes to comfort me,
A phantom of what used to be.
I reach for her, but grasp at air,
A mother's love, beyond compare.

Though she is gone, her spirit stays,
In countless, subtle, tender ways.
A scent, a song, a whispered word,
In all these things, her love is heard.

I see her in the morning dew,
In every dawn, in every view.
Her love, a thread that weaves through time,
In every heartbeat, every rhyme.

The pain of loss, a wound so deep,
In silent nights, I often weep.
Yet, in my heart, she lives on still,
A mother's love, a force of will.

Her legacy, a strength I bear,
In every step, she's always there.
Her lessons, etched within my soul,
Her love, my guide, my lifelong goal.

Though grief may bend, it will not break,
The bond we shared, no force can take.
For love like hers transcends all strife,
A mother's love, eternal life.

So, in my heart, she dwells serene,
A part of me, forever seen.
In every tear, in every smile,
Her spirit walks with me each mile.

And though the pain of loss is real,
In time, I've learned, I've come to heal.
For in the love that she bestowed,
I find the strength to bear the load.

A mother's love, a precious gift,
In darkest times, it gives a lift.
Though she's not here in flesh and bone,
Her love remains, I'm not alone.

In every breath, in every sigh,
Her essence lingers, won't deny.
The bond we share, beyond compare,
A mother's love, always there.

Eternal echoes, through the years,
In laughter, joy, in all my tears.
Her spirit, like the gentle breeze,
Brings comfort, solace, peaceful ease.

So as I walk this path of life,
Through joy and sorrow, peace and strife,
I carry her within my heart,
A mother's love, we'll never part.