A decade has passed since you slipped away,
Yet it feels like yesterday you’d make me laugh,
Your voice, your wit, the things you’d say—
Mom, I miss our every playful chat.
Part of me is selfish, I know it’s true,
I blame you sometimes for leaving too soon,
But deep down, I know it’s just the pain,
Wishing I could talk to you again.
I still hear your laughter in the breeze,
And feel your love in moments of peace.
Though you’re gone, you’re never far,
Forever with me, my guiding star.
