I Miss Your Mother

Your mother moved like morning light, Soft enough to heal a room. Even sorrow bowed its head when she began to Bloom. She folded hope into our days like linen on The line. Made a palace from a broken house, Turned water into wine. Now the kitchen clock is louder, And the nights don't end the same. Grief sits down beside me and whispers her Name. Son, I miss your mother. The way she steadied my hands. The way she carried heaven Into this mortal land. She was the quiet in my thunder, The mercy in my flame. Every time I speak of love, It still sounds like her name. You have her eyes when you're angry, Her silence when you pray. Sometimes when you turn away from me, I see her in that sway. She would've known the words to say, The ones I never find. She always saw the broken parts I tried so Hard to hide. There are dresses still in closets, Perfume in the air. A ghost of grace that lingers, Like she's still standing there. Son, I miss your mother. Her laughter filled these Walls. She made us feel as easy. She made us feel Small. She was the anchor in the winter, The fire against the cold. If love could build a ladder, I'd climb where she now goes. I wasn't ready when heaven called her. I still have things to learn from her hands. How to live softer, How to love slower, How to hold what matters Before it slips like Sand. Son, I miss your mother, But I know she isn't Gone. She lives in every prayer you whisper, Every right we're out and roam. And one day when this road is over, When my breath finally rests, I'll see her in the morning night With a hand against my Chest.