Though she may be frolicking, in fields forever in bloom  
No longer the guiding hand you always used to follow
I can see how you may be left in shambles, with acceptance long to be withheld
Your late night questions now go unanswered, even when you call or scream for her
You cease to believe she’s with you, since she laid her head to rest
And you do not know how she can love you, when those heartfelt words can never be spoken
But please know this to be untrue
For every time the wind blows, she is sending warm embraces to soothe your aching heart
For every time that the songbirds sing, she is bringing you the answers that you seek
And for every time the flowers bloom, after the harsh caress of winter, she is showing you the strength that life possesses that no death can truly **** it
For a mother’s love is eternal, even if it’s rendered silent.