By JH Sayyar
The bells toll soft beneath a mourning sky,
Each note a tear that time can never dry.
My heart walks slow, in silence wrapped still,
Through shadowed vale over grieving hill
Her voice now hushed, once lullaby and light,
Now stars hold her songs within the night.
No hand to warm the chill upon my skin,
No smile to lift the world I wander in.
Yet in this hush, her spirit softly stays,
A bloom within the dusk of all my days
Earth may hold her frame in solemn sleep,
My soul her memory shall always keep.
So rest, sweet mom, your love shall never part
You are the candle burning in my poor heart.
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