The path I tread, a winding, uphill climb,
Each step I take, a victory over time.
I see the summit, bathed in golden light,
And strive towards it, with all my strength and might.
But as I climb, a whisper in my ear,
A longing deep, a solitary tear.
I wish you were here, Mom, to see me rise,
To witness the triumph shining in my eyes.
You planted seeds of hope within my soul,
And nurtured dreams that now begin to roll....