Oh Mother, where did your whispers fade?
In the cold of night, I searched for your light,
In the shadows, I traced the warmth that strayed,
Yet the echoes of you were lost in flight.
Were your arms a fleeting dream,
A tender lullaby sung to the moon?
I longed for your touch, a golden gleam,
But morning came, and it was gone too soon.
Did you leave to chase the stars,
Or did the wind carry you away?
I stand alone, with these silent scars,
Your love, a distant ghost in gray.
Yet in my heart, your name still beats,
Though your face is but a blur.
I gather strength from the incomplete,
For in the void, I find who I am, and were.
Oh Mother, though your path has strayed,
And you left me in the night,
I rise, a flower in the glade,
Seeking the sun, finding my own light.
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