The loss of a mother is a pain that leaves a lasting mark on every heart. These poems attempt to express the range of feelings that arise after her passing: longing, memories, gratitude, and love. They are about quiet moments, about unspoken words, about that invisible connection that endures even in death. These lines are dedicated to the fond memory of my mother, to her warmth and care, which continue to live in our hearts.
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The first snow without you
Snow swirls quietly outside the window, a white dance in the twilight distance. A sadness froze in my heart afterwards, Mom, how I missed you. You loved this snow so much, you know, you sought a fairy tale and peace in it. And now only the wind quietly cries, reminding me of you, my dear.
An empty chair by the fireplace
An empty chair by the fireplace, It holds only the reflections of days gone by. The silence is so unbearable, And my soul cannot be warmed in silence. Your hands, warm and dear, Will no longer touch me in the night. Only memory, bright and living, Will preserve your image, like rays of light.
The smell of pies in an autumn house
Autumn smells like pies in the house, But you're not the one baking them, my soul. Only memories, like worlds, slowly rush through my heart. This scent is like an echo of happiness, That has gone, leaving only a shadow. And in the silence, full of bad weather, I whisper your holy name, day after day.
Photograph in an old album
In an old, yellowed album, your portrait is like a bright ray of sunshine. Your gaze is so calm, so tender, and silent, saying nothing. How many years have passed since that photograph, how much joy and how many tears. But in my soul, as in geography, you remain forever, without dreams.
Evening prayer
The evening is quiet, the stars are in the sky, I pray for your peace, my dear. May your soul, in the bright skies, find peace and grace, shining. You taught me to believe and hope, to be kind and love those around me. And now, exhausted in sorrow, I carry your light, like a faithful friend.
A garden without your hands
The garden is overgrown, without your caring hands, The roses have drooped, losing their bloom. A silent sound is frozen in each petal, And there is countless sorrow and misfortune in it. You loved this garden like a child, Every bush knew your warmth. And now there is only emptiness and earth, And my soul is so heavy.
The letter that was not sent
The letter lies unfinished, the words frozen, unable to find their way. There's so much tenderness in it, so much love, that you were never able to receive. I wanted to tell you so much, about how important you are to me. But now I'm silent, my heart weary, and the tears roll down unhindered.
Your favorite song
A melody, familiar from childhood, sounds, your favorite song in the silence. And in it I hear echoes of a legacy, and see your image in a dream. This song is like a thread connecting us through the years and centuries. And in it I feel eternal love, that will never fade.
Morning coffee without you
Morning coffee, bitter and empty, Without your smile, without your words. In it there is only a reflection of silent sadness, And a shroud of sad memories. You always made coffee for me, With love and care in your eyes. And now I drink it in silence, And miss you with tears.
A star in the sky
A single star shines in the sky, as if you were looking down from above. And in my heart, like silence, there is only the bright memory of you, you. I believe that you are there, in another world, free from pain and troubles. And that one day, in the future, in a new one, we will meet again, my light.
An old handkerchief with your scent
I keep this old scarf, with your scent, as my sacred treasure. It is so warm and so caressing, and I feel as if you are near, in paradise. You often wrapped it around my shoulders, when it was cold and sad. And now, in its arms, I fly, into a world of memories, bright and delicious.
Your hands in my dreams
In my dreams I see your hands, so warm, gentle, so dear. They caress me like rays of light, and carry me away to a world of golden dreams. But in the morning I wake up – and there’s emptiness, and only tears burn on my cheeks. And I understand that forever, only in my dreams will I find your hands.
A quiet whisper in the wind
I hear a quiet whisper in the wind, It seems like you're telling me. That you love me, that you'll forgive me, And that you'll always live in my heart. I close my eyes and inhale, This scent of grass and flowers. And I believe that you're near, I know, In an eternal world, without pain and dreams.
An unfinished tale
An unfinished fairy tale lies on the table, like a symbol of nothingness. You began it, but didn't finish it, and left, leaving only sadness and sorrow. In this fairy tale, we walked together, through magical forests and meadows. And now, alone, I remember those days that were so wonderful for us.
Your favorite flower
Your favorite flower blooms in the garden, reminding you of it. It is as beautiful and sweetly scented as your soul, in its bright destiny. I water it with love and speak to it of you, my dear. And I believe you hear me in another world, where there is no evil or suffering.
An old letter from you
I keep this old letter, written in your hand, like a precious gift. It contains so much warmth and peace, and I feel that you are near, my beloved. I reread it again and again, and in every word I see your love. And I understand that you are always with me, in my heart, like a bright shelter.
Empty cradle
An empty cradle stands in the corner, A reminder of an unfulfilled dream. You so longed to see her, But fate decreed otherwise, believe me. I rock her in silence, And whisper to her about you, Mom. And I believe that you look at her, From heaven, like an angel, tenderly and directly.
Your smile in my memories
Your smile is in my memories, warming my soul in a cold hour. It's like the sun, in the gray distances, and I feel that you are near, now. I close my eyes and see you, happy, kind, loving. And I understand that you are always with me, in my heart, like an eternal force.
A quiet evening by the fireplace
A quiet evening by the fireplace, The house is empty, only shadows glide. I remember you, my dear, And bitter tears quietly glide. You loved to sit by the fire And tell me stories. And now I am alone by the fireplace And yearn for you in the silence.
Last look
My last glance, so quiet and clear, is imprinted in my memory forever. There's so much love in it, so much beauty, and a sadness that can't be expressed anywhere. I remember your hands, warm and gentle, your voice, gentle and familiar. And I believe that you're always near, invisible, in my heart, like a holy angel.