Waves of a Seashells

In the hush of dawn’s first light,

A mother feels the morning’s flight,

Her daughter, once within her arms,

Now dances free, beyond her charms.

The years have slipped like grains of sand,

Through fingers tight, through loving hands,

The little girl, once soft and small,

Now answers to the world’s call.

She grows and blooms, a distant star,

Each day she moves, each day more far,

Yet in her heart, a tethered line,

The love that’s hers, a bond divine.

One day, beside the ocean's swell,

She finds an empty, weathered shell,

She lifts it to her ear to hear,

The whispering waves, so far, so near.

The echo of the sea’s embrace,

Brings memories she can’t erase,

Of lullabies and tender nights,

Of bedtime tales and soft-lit lights.

The mother, by the shoreline, stands,

With empty arms, with open hands,

Her daughter, grown and gone away,

Yet in the waves, she hears her play.

In every crest, in every foam,

She hears the echoes of their home,

The laughter, love, the joy they shared,

In every wave, her heart repaired.

For though her daughter’s grown and gone,

Their bond remains, forever strong,

In seashell’s song, in ocean’s call,

A mother’s love endures through all.