Carol Turner Mummy

One day, the world turned quiet, Her voice faded into the past. The hands that held me, warm and strong, Became memories meant to last. I reach for her in empty rooms, In whispers only I can hear. She’s the love that lingers on, The warmth that dries my silent tears. Though life moves on, it’s not the same, Her laughter now just lives in dreams. One day, I lost my mother’s touch, And lost a part of me, it seems.