A Circle Of Love

This poem is a poignant tribute to an unbreakable family bond, celebrating a mother her daughters. Despite the changes, the enduring power of love and memory shines through, a Circle unbroken by grief

Once, they stood together, a smile on each face, 

A mother and daughters, each holding her place. 

Her arms strong and warm, her heart full 

of grace.

Four souls intertwined, a familial

embrace. 

At eighty, she danced with life in her eyes, 

The years held no weight as they reached 

for the skies. 

Together they laughed, shared memories

and dreams,

A bond forged in moments, as steady as 

streams.

But time, like a river, keeps moving ahead, 

left unsaid.

The mother now wane, her mind drifts

away.

A shadow of memories, now fading each 

day.

Yet, the daughters remain, though one is 

no more, Her spirit lives on, with love 

at the core.

Through grief and through joy, they still 

her near,  Her presence forever,

a whisper they hear.

The mother, though distant, still knows who 

they are, 

Her heart a lighthouse, no matter how far,

For love transcends time, it never does

fade, 

It's carved in the memories that can't be 

erased.

Now they hold hands, through laughter 

and tears,

Woven together through the passing of

years, 

The picture the carry of what once was 

true, 

Is now shared in hearts, as they honor her

too. 

They'll stand side by side, through joy

and through pain,

Their circle unbroken, through sunshine

and rain.

For family is timeless, it doesn't retreat.

In their hearts, together, they're always

complete. 

Author's Note

To the Reviewers:

This poem captures a family's journey through time, contrasting a cherished memory of a vibrant mother with a present reality marked by profound loss. It navigates the dual heartaches of a parent's cognitive decline and the passing of a sibling. The central theme is the resilience of familial love—a bond that transcends time, grief, and even fading memories to hold a family together, forever complete in their shared hearts. What do you think of the dialogue?

Reviews

[petec3638]

going to return to this when i have time to read and digest its contents

[Neha agrawal]

The piece holds space for grief, joy, aging, and remembrance , yet leaves the reader with warmth rather than sorrow.