The Gentle Echoes of a Mother’s Love: A Tribute to Seamus Heaney’s Tender Memories

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In the warmth of evening’s glow, she stands,With gentle hands that molded my soul,Her voice, a soft lullaby of the lands,A melody that makes the broken whole.Her eyes, a mirror to the heart’s deep sea,Reflecting dreams and tales of old,The whispered secrets of ancestry,In stories of courage, quietly told.Amidst the fields where shadows play,Her laughter dances with the breeze,Guiding me through the light of day,Her presence a balm, my heart’s ease.Though time may part our earthly ways,Her spirit lingers in each new dawn,A bond that neither fades nor frays,A mother’s love, forever drawn.

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