Poems for Moms Who Have Died
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…