Page 82 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood

Missing my mother

In a world of love, a mother's arms her smiling face,

Her guiding light, in every embrace.
She taught me love, to cherish and see,

Her essence forever, in me.

At five, she le�, a par�ng blow,

Deserted by my father, she was forced to let me go.

Yet her love endured, in leters and calls,

Her absence, a testament to love above all.

At the age of twenty-five, our paths converged,

Her love unyielding, never purged.

She held me close, she stroked my hair,

Explained her absence, of twenty years with tender care.

Not for me, her absence, a burden to bear,

But circumstance, she had to share.
Her love, a beacon, through distance and �me,

Guiding me, to rise and climb.

So, love and appreciate, the mothers near,

For some of us, the bond isn't clear.

But her legacy, in me, forever alive,

Guiding me, as I strive and thrive.

I miss you, mum, your love I hold dear,

In my heart, you'll always be near.

I am the mother, you would've been to me,

Guided by your love, for eternity.

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