
When the moon appears in the sky,
Soft and gentle, a silver sigh,
I see my mother, her face so bright,
Guiding me through the quiet night.
Her love, a beacon, pure and true,
In the moon’s glow, I feel her too,
Her whispers in the evening breeze,
Bring comfort, put my heart at ease.
The stars, like memories, twinkle high,
Each one a moment, a lullaby,
Of times we shared, of dreams we spun,
Under the moon, we are as one.
Though she’s far, her presence near,
In the moon’s light, I have no fear,
For in the night, when shadows fall,
Her love surrounds, it conquers all.
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