Farewell Dear Mother
Farewell dear mother, your journey begins,
Past the veils where the ether thins.
Your voice, a melody softly waning,
Leaves the air with your love remaining.
In your chair, the imprint stays,
Echoes of laughter, the sun’s last rays.
Teacups rest from stories told,
Hands now silent, warmth turned cold.
Seasons will turn, the trees will bow,
I’ll seek your wisdom, here and now.
The garden you loved now blooms alone,
Your touch in every seed you’ve sown.
Pages of books we once perused,
Sit untouched, and yet infused
With tales of yore, your eyes did roam,
Within these walls, your cherished home.
So, I’ll walk slowly through this door,
Each step a memory, lore of yore.
Farewell dear mother, in peace, recline,
For part of you will always be mine.
Meaning
Farewell Dear Mother poem reflects on the poignant moment of saying goodbye to a mother who has passed away. It captures the lingering presence of her love and the memories embedded in everyday objects and surroundings. The imagery of her garden, her books, and the empty chair are symbols of her enduring influence and the emotional legacy she leaves behind.
Inspiration Behind
Writing this, I thought about the quiet dignity in farewell and the small, physical reminders we hold dear when someone we love has gone. The empty teacups, the worn books, and the flourishing garden—these aren’t just objects; they are repositories of memories, each holding a piece of a shared journey. I wanted to convey the weight of absence mixed with the gratitude for the enduring presence of love.
