Death Anniversary of My Mother

Another year has passed, the calendar turning a page, but the ache in my heart remains a constant. Today, the weight of your absence is even heavier, a storm cloud gathering on this anniversary.

Yet, amidst the sorrow, there’s a flicker of warmth – the memories we shared, the love that continues to be a beacon in my life. It’s in those quiet moments, especially in dreams, that your presence washes over me like a gentle wave. In those dreams, the bond transcends time and space, offering a brief, precious comfort.

You see, Mom, the world throws its punches, and battles fought leave scars, both seen and unseen. There are days when the weight of solitude feels crushing, a stark reminder of the space you left behind. But then, in the hushed whispers of dreams, you’re there. A hand on my shoulder, a knowing smile, your voice a soothing balm.

You remind me, Mom, of the strength I inherited from you, the fire that burns within, fueled by your love. You taught me to weather storms, to find beauty in the ordinary, and to hold onto hope even in the darkest hours. Those are the blessings you bestowed, the greatest gifts a mother could give.

So today, Mom, I honor you. I honor your memory, your spirit, and the love that continues to guide me. The tears may fall, but they are mingled with gratitude. You are forever a part of me, a melody woven into the fabric of my being.

Oh, My Dear Mother

You visit me in dreams each night,

Your gentle touch, a soothing light.

On my chest, scars of battles fought,

Yet your smile, a remedy, as dreams are sought.

Respect, fame, and all that I gained,

Still, a sense of solitude, an echo, a refrain.

Truly, your absence is a constant ache,

Yet your blessings, a refuge, a shelter to take.

Sometimes life seems to withhold its glee,

Laughter and play, estranged from me.

Yet, with your blessing, I resurrect,

My hopes rekindled, my spirit, perfect.

A shadow of loneliness may cloud my way,

Yet with your blessing, I face the day.

For in your wisdom, life finds its song,

Oh, my dear mother, in dreams, you belong.

So, in these verses, a tribute I pay,

To a mother who guides, even far away.

With each word, a prayer to convey,

Oh, my dear mother, in dreams, you stay.

(Vijay Verma)

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