Mom,
I carry you in my heart each day,
Though your body has left, you’ve not gone away.
Your voice, your smile, your gentle grace,
Still live in me; time can’t erase.
I see you in the morning light,
In the flight of a bird, and the stars at night.
Your love’s the thread that holds me tight—
A quiet trust, a guiding light.
When life feels separate, and I feel small,
I close my eyes, and hear your call:
“You’ve got Me, sweetheart, you’re in My Arms,”
“Be My Silence; I’ll give you My Charms.”
I rest in you, Mom, beyond all death,
In love that lives within each breath.
You haven’t gone—you’re always here,
In every moment, everywhere.
Nina’s Nuances 