Searching for Her Love
A Son’s Endless Quest
In the shadows of longing, my heart does reside,
A boy without a mother, searching far and wide.
Her absence a void, aching deep within,
I yearn for her presence, where do I begin?
I trace the memories, faint whispers in the air,
Moments shared together, beyond compare.
Her laughter like music, her touch so tender,
A love so profound, I forever remember.
In the depths of my dreams, I see her face,
Guiding me gently, with her warm embrace.
But in the waking hours, she remains unseen,
A phantom in my heart, a ghost within my dreams.
I wander through life, seeking her trace,
In every passing stranger, a fleeting chase.
Her scent eludes me, her voice unheard,
Lost in the vastness, like an unspoken word.
I search in every corner, every crowded place,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of her loving gaze.
But the world keeps spinning, time marches on,
Leaving me yearning for a mother who is gone.
Yet, deep within my soul, I still hold on tight,
To the love she left behind, a guiding light.
In memories and whispers, her spirit remains,
A bond unbroken, through joys and pains.
Though she may not physically be by my side,
Her love transcends, it’s an eternal guide.
For even in her absence, she shapes who I am,
Her love forever imprinted, like a sacred hymn.
