Missing my Mother

In my house, the voice that chimes;
is the song that I lost in the dark byes.
That soul whose rebuke glued my smiles,
Has stopped suddenly out of cries.
Hours of love, she oiled my hair and body fines;
frail hands rubbing and mopping my hair and body vibes.
Her wrinkled face with tired eyes,
Her steps, far across isolated distances flies.

I see her in the nights when it is dark and cold,
And feel her hands on my forehead folds.
In my ears, she whispers her warmest words,
and I hear her voice through the thundering lords.
How firm she stays and shines with ideas bold,
Her presence and aura those still fly untold.

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