My dearest Mother, words feel thin and small,
To hold the depth of love I keep for you at all.
I miss your voice, your comfort, near to mine,
A constant ache for the solace that is truly fine.
You are a jewel, precious and bright,
A steady flame that burns through every night.
You built my world with tireless, loving hands,
The strongest anchor on life's ever-shifting sands.
I carry still the weight of every wrong,
The times my careless words or deeds felt strong.
For all the hurt I caused, the tears I drew,
I am so deeply sorry; I apologize to you.
And know that this expression, deep and true,
Is set aside, a "10 appointment" just for you.
It is my solemn, cherished time to say,
Your worth and grace light up my every day.
I see the floor where you knelt low in prayer,
Lifting my name upon the quiet, hopeful air.
Each whispered plea, each faithful, constant vow—
I feel the power of your blessings now.
From simple wisdom shared to sacrifice unseen,
The countless things you've done and where you've been
My guide, my shelter, and my gentle grace,
You carved the person I am in this place.
My heart is full of deep, unending gratitude—
For every lesson, every sacrifice, every good.
Thank you, my Mother. I appreciate you more
Than any soul could ever truly pour.
I love you, and I wish you every peace.
MICHAEL POWERS
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 4:14 AM UTC
My dearest Mother, words feel thin and small,
To hold the depth of love I keep for you at all.
I miss your voice, your comfort, near to mine,
A constant ache for the solace that is truly fine.
You are a jewel, precious and bright,
A steady flame that burns through every night.
You built my world with tireless, loving hands,
The strongest anchor on life's ever-shifting sands.
I carry still the weight of every wrong,
The times my careless words or deeds felt strong.
For all the hurt I caused, the tears I drew,
I am so deeply sorry; I apologize to you.
And know that this expression, deep and true,
Is set aside, a "10 appointment" just for you.
It is my solemn, cherished time to say,
Your worth and grace light up my every day.
I see the floor where you knelt low in prayer,
Lifting my name upon the quiet, hopeful air.
Each whispered plea, each faithful, constant vow—
I feel the power of your blessings now.
From simple wisdom shared to sacrifice unseen,
The countless things you've done and where you've been
My guide, my shelter, and my gentle grace,
You carved the person I am in this place.
My heart is full of deep, unending gratitude—
For every lesson, every sacrifice, every good.
Thank you, my Mother. I appreciate you more
Than any soul could ever truly pour.
I love you, and I wish you every peace.
MICHAEL POWERS
"STYXX ON FIRE "
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