The Echoes of Her Love
The house feels quieter now,
as if the walls themselves have learned to mourn.
Her laughter, once a melody weaving through the air,
has faded into a memory I clutch like a fragile thread.
Losing a mother is not just losing a person;
it’s losing the anchor, the compass, the North Star of your soul.
The Unseen Threads
I find her in the smallest things:
the way the sunlight spills through the kitchen window,
the scent of lavender that lingers in her sweater,
the handwritten recipes tucked between cookbook pages.
She’s in the rhythm of my heartbeat,
the curve of my smile,
the strength in my voice when I whisper, I’m okay.
A Letter to the Sky
Dear Mom,
I hope you’re dancing among the stars,
your laughter echoing in the cosmos.
I miss the way you’d hum while cooking,
the way your hands would brush my hair,
the way you’d say, Everything will be alright,
and I’d believe it because you said so.
I’m learning to carry you inside me,
like a seed waiting for spring.
But some days, the soil feels too heavy,
and I wonder if I’ll ever bloom again.
The Weight of Unspoken Words
There are things I never told her,
words I thought I’d have time to say.
Thank you for teaching me to be brave,
for showing me that love is not just a feeling but a verb.
I wish I’d told her how her hands,
rough from years of work,
were the softest place I’ve ever known.
The Garden of Her Legacy
She’s in the garden now,
her spirit blooming in every flower.
The roses she planted still reach for the sun,
their petals a testament to her resilience.
I kneel in the soil, my hands dirty,
and whisper to the roots, She’s here.
A Poem for the Broken Places
I am broken, but I am not undone.
Her love has sewn itself into the cracks,
a mosaic of memories that shine even in the dark.
I carry her in the way I love fiercely,
in the way I find beauty in the ordinary,
in the way I whisper, I am because she was.
How do I cope with the overwhelming sadness of losing my mom?
+Allow yourself to feel the pain without judgment. Seek comfort in small rituals—whether it’s lighting a candle, revisiting old photos, or talking to a trusted friend. Remember, grief is not a race; it’s a journey with no timeline.
How can I honor my mom’s memory in a meaningful way?
+Honor her through acts of love—whether it’s continuing a tradition she cherished, volunteering for a cause she cared about, or simply living a life that reflects the values she instilled in you.
Is it normal to feel guilty after losing a parent?
+Yes, guilt is a common emotion in grief. Whether it’s unspoken words or unresolved conflicts, remember that your love was enough. Hold onto the moments of joy and connection you shared.
How can I support someone who has lost their mom?
+Be present. Listen without trying to fix their pain. Offer practical help, like cooking a meal or running errands. Most importantly, remind them that their grief is valid and that they’re not alone.
Epilogue: The Forever Echo
She’s gone, but she’s not gone.
Her love is the air I breathe,
the ground I walk on,
the sky I reach for.
In losing her, I’ve found a part of myself—
a strength I didn’t know I had,
a tenderness I’ll carry forever.
And so, I’ll keep whispering her name to the stars,
knowing she’s listening,
knowing she’s proud,
knowing she’s here.
