A grief of my mother, heavy and deep,
In sorrow's embrace, her heart does weep.
With every tear shed, her pain does show,
A mother's grief, like rivers that flow.
Through sleepless nights, her anguish cries,
In solitude, her sorrow lies.
Memories of loss, like shadows, they creep,
A grief of my mother, buried so steep.
Her eyes, once bright, now dim with despair,
In her brokenness, life seems unfair.
With each passing day, her anguish grows,
A mother's sorrow, no one truly knows.
But in her heart, love's flame shall keep,
A grief of my mother, forever weeps.
A grief of my mother, heavy and deep,
In sorrow's embrace, her heart does weep.
With every tear shed, her pain does show,
A mother's grief, like rivers that flow.
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Totally can relate to your poem. Losing your mom is so hard. Beautifully written.