When Heaven Took My Mother

When heaven took my mother,

the world lost its warmest light.

Her laughter still echoes in my silence,

but her presence is gone from my sight.

I call her name in empty moments,

but only memories answer me back.

Every corner of life feels heavier,

as if the air itself turned black.

I smile outside, but inside I’m broken,

like a flower left without rain.

And still I wait in quiet hope,

for her love to ease my pain.

If heaven allows a single moment,

I would hold her once again.

But stars don’t open their doors for wishes,

and time doesn’t listen to tears.

So I carry her in my heartbeat,

through all my silent years.

She is the prayer I never stop saying,

the reason I still stand and try.

Even in loss, she is my forever,

my mother… beyond the sky.💔