Ms Abina AKA Mom
To my mother who passed but didn't get a chance to meet,
Your absence is a void, a silent space
Where your laughter should have echoed, your touch felt,
But in the hush of the wind, in the whisper of the trees,
I sense your presence, a gentle melody.
I...
Your absence is a void, a silent space
Where your laughter should have echoed, your touch felt,
But in the hush of the wind, in the whisper of the trees,
I sense your presence, a gentle melody.
I...