I am Losing My Mom Soft breaths fading,A dimming light, serene,Her hands once warm,Now gentle, cold, unseen.Mom’s laughter echoes,In rooms now silent, bare,Her stories linger,In the air, everywhere.Tears trace the paths,Of love’s deep grooves worn,I am losing my mom,In dawn’s pale mourn.Yet in each sunrise,Her smile I see glow,In winds, whispers,Mother’s love, it still flows….
Today, the flowers seem to bow,Colors muted under sorrow’s shroud.The cards lay still upon the table,Unread verses, emotions unable.Sunlight streams, but lacks its glow,Shadows longer than they ought to show.Morning tea cools in its cup,Silent toasts to memories brought up.A smile forced, through tears that fall,Her laughter echoes off the walls.Alone, I hold the gifts…
Last Goodbye In the dim room, your hands were my calm,A tender grip, soft and warm.Each breath a feather, light and frail,Words unspoken, our silent tale.Your eyes, a mirror of the past,Echoing laughter, moments vast.A smile creased, through the pain,Farewell unsaid, in your gaze lain.Touch so gentle, with the fading light,A threadbare peace, as day…
Eco de tu Voz (Echo of Your Voice) Eco de tu Voz Tu voz flota,en eco suave,seda que envuelvemi alma nave.Te busco en sombras,en la brisa leve,sueño despiertodonde tu risa se atreve.Espacio vacío,tu ausencia me mueve,en el silencio,tu eco me lleva y eleva. Meaning “Eco de tu Voz” is a poignant reflection on the enduring…
Mommy, I Miss You Mommy, your laughter still fills the room,Yet silence falls like a sudden gloom.Your scent lingers in folded clothes,In the kitchen, where love once rose.Mornings break with a missing beat,Echoes of your steps, the empty seat.Mommy, each corner speaks your name,Without you, home’s just not the same.Your garden blooms, but misses your…
Threads of Love Mama’s voice, a gentle tide,Echoes softly, far and wide.Stitches tales in the dim light,Colors blend into the night.Her hands, a dance upon the seam,Crafting more than just a dream.Mama’s words, a woven spell,In every loop, her stories dwell.Patchwork memories, tenderly sewn,In each thread, her love is shown.Mama’s care, in cloth and thread,Blankets…
You Will Be a Mom One Day Tiny fingers, future clasped,Gentle smiles, memories vast.Daughter mine, a path you’ll tread,Echoing the words I’ve said.Softly now, I see you play,Child today, mom one day.Lessons taught by loving hands,Grow you strong, as life demands. Meaning This poem celebrates the enduring connection between a mother and her daughter, projecting…
Secrets in the Recipe Box In flour dust and spoon’s clink,Old tales stir more than we think.Each recipe, a chapter told,Mom’s wisdom, folded, does unfold.Her laughter seasons every dish,In her hands, love’s timeless wish. Meaning “Secrets in the Recipe Box” explores the cherished moments between a mother and daughter shared over cooking. The poem highlights…
I’m Going to Be a Mom “Mama,” I say, “soon, there’ll be two,”Morning brew whispers, eyes aglow.Joyful tears and a secret new,Our hands clasp, hearts ready to grow.Laughter twirls, future bright and clear,Stars above witness our soft dance.From daughter to mother, love draws near,In life’s embrace, we find our chance. Meaning “I’m Going to Be…
A Mad Mom Fury clad, she stands so tall,Guarding her young through every squall.Not a lioness, but just as fierce,Her love’s a shield none can pierce.In storms, she’s the unwavering light,In darkness, the bravest knight.Chaos meets her steely gaze,Troubles burn in her fiery blaze.Each day, her battle cry rings clear,”Over my watch, not a tear.”With…
