Her presence
Is my safe haven;
No matter what happens—
She cherishes my day, even
If the skies
Turn raven.
Her smile
Is so warm—
I am so lucky
To have her,
Holding my hand
Through silent storms.
No matter who leaves
Or who stays,
She's always there
To guide my way.
She cares for me
Even when no one else is there.
Every word I write
Is a tribute to her essence,
For I am safe
In her presence.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
Her presence
Is my safe haven;
No matter what happens—
She cherishes my day, even
If the skies
Turn raven.
Her smile
Is so warm—
I am so lucky
To have her,
Holding my hand
Through silent storms.
No matter who leaves
Or who stays,
She's always there
To guide my way.
She cares for me
Even when no one else is there.
Every word I write
Is a tribute to her essence,
For I am safe
In her presence.
I originally wrote this poem for my mother, but different readers connected it to different people in their lives — a partner, a sister, a friend, or even a divine presence.
So I titled it “Bond” to honor every reader’s personal emotion.
Please tell me how is it.