Empty arms, a vacant chair,
A haunting silence everywhere.
Years have passed, a mother's pain,
A hollow ache, a whispered name.
Stolen whispers, dreams astray,
Where laughter danced, now shadows play.
A life adrift, a purpose blurred,
Mother's love, forever unheard.
But hope remains, a flickering ember,
That one day, hearts may reassemble.
Through trials borne, and strength renewed,
A mother's love, forever imbued.

© Poetic Wolf