Echoes Of My Mind

In the silence of my lonely room,
I wait and wait for her to come.
Missing her presence, her warmth and her smile,
As she's out serving others for a while.

Yearning for that warm and loving embrace,
To find solace in her tender grace

As weekends come, and she returns,
With open arms, my heart now yearns.
For the love of a mother, so pure,
In her embrace, my spirit finds cure.

With stress upon me,a heavy weight,
It's her embrace that makes it abate,
When she's near, all worries subside,
Her mere presence, a soothing guide.

She listens intently, as problems unfold
Her wisdom, a balm that eases the soul.
For when I tell her my problems, my fears,
They vanish, dissolve, as she wipes away tears.

Guiding me with gentle words,
Her wisdom like sweet singing birds.
Her blessing ,her love, her tender care,
Every gesture, a reminder she's there.

Oh, the blessings that she imparts,
Filling my soul and mending my heart.
A mother's love, a treasure untold,
More precious than any worldly gold.

And oh, the food she prepares with care,
To the gentleness in every prayer,
Nourishment for body and soul to share,
Those flavours,those scents, memories ensnared

But alas, the joy of weekends doesn't last long,
As the clock ticks on, she must leave... strong!
There's so much to share, so much to say,
But our time together slips away.

I now understand her dedication so true,
No one else can replace what she can do.
Every gesture ,every touch ,
I miss it all,I miss her so much

Her sacrifices unseen, but etched within,
A love that transcends, through thick and thin.

A mother's love, a bond that stays,
Even when she's absent for days.

The child who never spent a night away,
Now waits for a week for her touch each day.
So I wait, longing for the day to come,
When weekends arrive, and we're finally one,

She is my mother, my guiding light,
A beacon of love, forever shining bright.

Though physically apart ,our hearts remain one
A bond unbreakable,a love that can't be undone.