Baskadia

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. But life's path led us on separate ways, Distance and time, like a mist, doth haze. Yet, in my heart, her love remains strong, A bond unbreakable, lasting and long. I cherish memories, like precious pearls, Her gentle words, her wisdom unfurls. Though I cannot hold her, her love I feel, Her spirit surrounds me, a love so real. In dreams, we dance through fields of grace, Embracing each other, face to face. I hold her hand, we walk side by side, In that fleeting moment, love can't hide. Though physical presence may not be near, Her love and guidance, I always hold dear. For deep within, her love's eternal flame, And that connection, no distance can tame. So, in this longing, I find solace and peace, Knowing her love for me will never cease. Though apart we may be, I'll always be, A part of her heart, and she a part of me.