Finding Strength, Love, and Hope Through the Loss of a Mother

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In the silence of the morning light,
I hear your whispers on the breeze,
Guiding me through the darkest night,
Your love, a balm that never ceases.

Though the world seems vast and cold,
Without your gentle, guiding hand,
I find the courage to be bold,
To live the dreams you once had planned.

Your laughter echoes in my heart,
A melody that keeps me strong,
Though time and distance keep us apart,
Your spirit sings a timeless song.

In every flower, in every star,
I see the light you left behind,
Your presence felt, though you are far,
In memories cherished and refined.

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