I miss the comfort of her touch,

the weight of love in her healing hands;

and how she always cared so much

as every mother understands.

Oh, how she smiled, through tired eyes

defying time, to help me grow;

and it is only now, I realise

her universe, me, was all on show.

No other dreams could interfere

with those she dreamt for life to see;

the world she made, is always here,

surrounding every part of me.

My memory continues yet

as time extends a tear filled trail

of lessons we do not forget

even when we are old and frail.

I miss her ever gentle smile,

the scent of love, being far apart,

I wish that she were here awhile,

to listen to her beating heart.

Breno©

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