My Mother, My Rock, My Inspiration.
You were the light that filled the empty space,
My steady inspiration, pure and true.
The quiet strength, the anchor of this place,
The constant rock my future rested through.
You looked upon the chaos of my youth,
And saw the finished sculpture, whole and bright,
Believed in every boundless, soaring truth,
And held my potential fiercely in your sight.
You fostered every dream I held to chase,
You taught me how to walk, and yet to run,
And felt the certainty upon my face,
Of all the mighty things I would have done.
You thought I carried greatness in my stride,
A self-sufficient soul, prepared to bloom—
And yet, when faced with living without guide,
I couldn’t do a thing without you, Mom.
It is the silence that confirms the flaw,
The unexpected turning of the key.
I stand before the world in trembling awe,
A hollow shadow of the one you built in me.
And for this stumbling state, I must confess,
For every broken promise left unkept,
For all this sudden, raw incompetence,
I’m sorry, Mom, that I have only wept.
I’m sorry I have been so lost and frail,
A compass spinning wildly in the dark.
The maps have blurred, the helping winds all fail,
And every passing day leaves just a mark
Of absence where your wisdom used to shine.
The world you taught me how to navigate
Is blurry now, and no longer quite mine.
My Mom, I love and miss you—more than air.
My life, a tribute to the light you gave.
Until we meet beyond all pain and care,
You are the whispered promise I will save.
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- Comment from author about the poem: This photograph is of my incredible mother, who ignited my passion for crafting. When I first moved into my new home, she generously lent a hand, helping me settle in and collaborating with me on creative projects that sparked joy. She was my guiding light, inspiring me to continue exploring my artistic side. Every evening at 8:00, I would share my ideas with her, and her expert guidance as my crafting mentor was invaluable. God, I miss her dearly. Her legacy stood the test of time. I'm no longer motivated to create without her.
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A poem of tribute to a mother deemed principle in promoting your strengths and virtues and contributing to building you into what you are. A most lovely homage to a most important person in your young life. Very nicely written.
The poem balances love, gratitude, and vulnerability. Lines like “I stand before the world in trembling awe” and “I’m sorry, Mom, that I have only wept” convey raw, authentic emotion. This is a deeply heartfelt and profoundly moving poem, a beautiful tribute to a mother’s love, guidance, and the lasting impact she has on her child’s life. Beautifully written ✨
My mother is my rock too. This is so relatable and can only imagine missing the one who brought me into this world and cared for me so. Friendship, this is a full heart laid open. The crafted sonnet, the 8:00 ritual, the compass spinning, the vow to carry her light. It grieves and honors at once. Beautifully written and deeply felt. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Oh…and what a beautiful picture. Trust me friend, you will find your courage to create again, you already have in your poetry. Crafting will come too, and when that happens, your mother will be right their with you! Again, well done!
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