# Your Love Still Lives #


This touching poem expresses the deep sadness of loss and the lasting love of a mother in a once-happy home.

It shows how memories, grief, and love connect, demonstrating that even in silence and absence, the bond between mother and child remains alive through words and remembrance.

# Your Love Still Lives #

In this quiet house I stay,
Where laughter used to light each day.
The walls once sang in gentle tone,
Now silence says I’m here alone.

Three little rooms still hold her grace,
I see her warmth in every place.
Her hands once chased my fears away,
Her voice still guides me when I pray.

The bell still swings beside the door,
Its sound not welcoming anymore.
The moonlight spills upon the floor,
But it can warm my heart no more.

I sit where she would softly speak,
And feel her presence when I’m weak.
My tears fall down like quiet rain,
Then turn to simple words of pain.

Perhaps no eyes will read this part,
These lines that heal a grieving heart.
Yet in each word her love remains,
A gentle light through loss and pains.

And when I write, I feel her near,
Her smile still so bright and clear.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com



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3 replies

  1. Verma ji, this is so deeply moving and beautifully expressed. Your words carry the gentle weight of love, loss, and remembrance in such a tender way. The imagery of the quiet house, the swinging bell, the moonlight that no longer warms—it all paints a vivid picture of grief, but also of enduring love. The way you describe her presence in your prayers, her voice guiding you, and her warmth still felt in every corner… it truly touches the heart. This poem is not just written—it’s felt. May her love continue to be your light, always. 🙏💫

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    • Thank you so much for your heartfelt words.

      I’m truly touched that the poem resonated with you so deeply. Your reflection captured its emotions even more beautifully than I could have hoped. It means a great deal to know that her memory, her warmth, and her quiet presence could be felt through my lines.

      Your kindness and understanding are a gentle comfort—just like a prayer whispered at the right moment. Grateful beyond words for your thoughtful response. 🙏

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