A mother's heart, so full of love,
Now shattered by a son above.
Her world, once bright and full of joy,
Is now a void that none can fill.

With tears that flow like a river,
Her sorrow cuts her to the core.
The pain she feels, she can't express,
For words fall short to tell her stress.

Memories of her precious child
Echo through her grieving heart.
She wonders why her son had to go,
Why fate could be so cruel and low.

But in her heart, she holds him dear,
And though he's gone, she feels him near.
For a mother's love is strong and pure,
And in her heart, her son will endure.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Miraman, in the year 916 AF.