Madre

In the quiet spaces, I feel your trace,

A mix of love and awkward embrace.

You were a puzzle, both sharp and unclear,

You lost your fight, and now you’re not here.

The lessons you taught were wrapped in confusion,

A blend of affection with harsh intrusion.

Your laughter, fleeting, a bittersweet sound,

In moments of silence, your absence is found.

I carry your spirit in all that I do,

In every quirk, there are echoes of you.

Though our time was tangled, not always kind,

I sift through the memories, searching to find.

In your complexity, I’ve learned to be strong,

To navigate life, even when it felt wrong.

Your voice in my head, both gentle and stern,

A reminder that love can twist and turn.

Though you’ve moved on, your pieces remain,

A mix of the laughter and shadows of pain.

In every step forward, I honor our past,

Finding my way, learning at last.

So here’s to the moments, the struggles, the light,

In the pieces of you, I’ll continue the fight.

With love intertwined, I’ll carry your name,

Embracing the journey, in beauty and pain.