Part of you

In the garden of memories, a bloom lost its grace,

A part of me withered, a tear on time's face.

When Mother's whispers faded, like petals in the breeze,

embraced by sorrow's seas.

Oh, the echoes of her laughter, the warmth of her embrace,

In the canvas of my heart, she holds a sacred place.

Through seasons of mourning, I navigate the gloom,

A lullaby of loss, a melody of a quiet room.

Her absence a silent storm, raging deep within,

Yet her love persists, an eternal violin.