Yearning for Mother's Love
In the depths of my heart, an ache resides, A longing for a presence that fate divides. With every passing moment, I yearn and pray, To be in the embrace of my mother each day. Her absence casts shadows upon my soul, A void that's left, beyond my control. Oh, how I miss her tender, guiding hand, The warmth of her love, like golden sand. She was my shelter, my guiding light, A beacon of love in the darkest night. Her laughter, like music, brought joy untold, A symphony of love, forever enfolded.
