Mama's Echo

The clock keeps ticking, but the hands feel stuck,

Her voice in the wind, whispering, "Keep up."

In the kitchen, ghosts of laughter still roam,

Dinner table set, but it don’t feel like home.

Photos fading, edges worn with the ache,

A smile caught in time, too fragile to fake.

Mama’s echo, it lingers in the air,

Every shadow, I swear she’s standing there.

Calling out, but the silence replies,

Her love’s a sunrise that never dies.

Her hands built bridges I can’t repair,

Carried the world, now it feels unfair.

Every recipe’s a map to her soul,

But the kitchen’s empty, I’m half of a whole.

Her scent in the closet, a hug in disguise,

Her absence a puzzle with no compromise.

Questions I never asked, answers I’ll never get,

Her wisdom a melody I can’t forget.

The stars are her footprints, they guide my way,

But I’m lost in the night, waiting on day.

Mama’s echo, it lingers in the air,

Every shadow, I swear she’s standing there.

Calling out, but the silence replies,

Her love’s a sunrise that never dies.

Mama, I’m holding your lessons tight,

In every wrong, I search for your right.

Your echo’s my anchor, my guiding flame,

Though you’re gone, your love remains.