
Frozen in Time
One faded photograph
Your smile, frozen in time
All I have left
Of you, the faintest trace
Mother clasps daughter dear
The scent of love and sweetness
oak’s bare branches glimmer
Peace now past tense
What might have been
To be held in your embrace
Of loss’s portrait
Memories haunt
This poem is for all the daughters who ache with the loss of their mothers—those who cling to memories as they long for one more day together. It is an attempt to capture the bittersweet pain of remembrance and the love that endures even after a guiding hand is lost. Though we may never meet, know that you are held in the heart’s company of all who understand the depths of such absence.