Echoes of My Mother

A Poem for Mom

I sit in silence, beneath the night,
Thinking of you, your gentle light.
The world feels heavy, shadows near,
But in my heart, your voice I hear.

You were the first to hold my hand,
To guide me softly, help me stand.
Your lullabies, your whispered song,
Made me believe I could belong.

But time, relentless, steals away,
The ones we love, who cannot stay.
And though you’re gone, I still pretend,
That love like yours can never end.

I remember mornings, soft and mild,
The way you smiled, the way you styled.
Coffee brewing, curtains drawn,
The sound of footsteps in the dawn.

Your voice, a comfort, pure and sweet,
The rhythm of my heart’s own beat.
Every scar and tear I knew,
Was eased because of love from you.

Now empty rooms are all I see,
Echoes of how it used to be.
The chair you loved, the book you read,
The silent pillow on your bed.

Mom, I wish I could explain,
The depth of love, the ache, the pain.
I wish I said it every day,
Before you slowly slipped away.

I wish I held you one last time,
Or wrote you one more clumsy rhyme.
I wish I’d kissed your weary face,
And thanked you for your warm embrace.

Life moves on, the people say,
But grief does not just fade away.
It lingers softly, sharp and true,
An endless longing born of you.


Sometimes I feel you in the breeze,
Or in the trembling autumn trees.
Sometimes I dream you’re by my side,
And all the pain is brushed aside.

But then I wake, and it is gone,
The bed is cold, the night is long.
I whisper prayers into the air,
Hoping somehow you are there.

If heaven listens, if you hear,
Please know your child still holds you near.
No matter where the rivers run,
You’ll always be the brightest one.

I see your face in passing crowds,
I hear your laugh above the clouds.
I chase your shadow, chase your name,
But nothing feels quite just the same.

The world is colder since you left,
A heart that beats, but feels bereft.
No one can love the way you do,
No soul on earth could shine like you.

They say with time, the wounds will heal,
But even years can’t change what’s real.
A mother’s love is carved in stone,
And now I face this world alone.

I hold your sweater to my chest,
Pretend your arms still bring me rest.
I trace the stitches, worn and frayed,
Each thread a memory you made.

The recipes you used to keep,
The songs you hummed before I’d sleep,
They haunt me gently, night and day,
They never seem to go away.

I want to ask you what to do,
How to be strong, how to stay true.
But silence answers, nothing more,
And I am left with what’s in store.

Mom, if you’re watching, if you see,
Please send some strength to comfort me.
Please guide me through these endless years,
And help me wipe away the tears.

I’ll carry on, because you’d say,
To face the dark, to find the way.
But even so, I miss you still,
A void no joy could ever fill.

If love could build a bridge of gold,
I’d cross the stars, the night so cold.
I’d bring you home, I’d never part,
I’d keep you close within my heart.


Now every sunrise feels the same,
Another day to call your name.
Another day to miss your face,
Another day without your grace.

And when my time on earth is done,
When all my battles, all are won,
I hope to see you, arms held wide,
Waiting for me on the other side.

Until that day, I’ll grieve, I’ll write,
I’ll talk to you each lonely night.
For though the world may never know,
A mother’s love still makes me grow.


So here I stand, with tears and pen,
Writing the same words again and again:
I love you, Mom, beyond the skies,
Beyond the earth, where silence lies.

Though fate has torn your hand from mine,
Your spirit stays, eternal, divine.
And when I cry, I cry for you,
The mother’s love so rare, so true.

Rest now in peace, your journey’s through,
But know my heart still beats for you.
Forever yours, through joy and pain,
Until we meet in dreams again.