The sky grows dim, yet you remain my light,
an unseen hand that guides my feet through night.
You, mother — everlasting root and flame,
with voice so gentle, tender is your name.
You left at dawn, while stars still softly burned,
yet still your name through every prayer returns.
Anna — the flowers whisper when it rains,
and in the evening wind, your love remains.
You placed pure love into my open palms,
your eyes had taught me peace, and quiet calms.
Though longing weighs my heart like stone,
your love still shields the thorns I’ve known.
Mother, I do not cry — I write of you,
in every verse, your soul is shining through.
When all the world falls down, you make me stand,
a living prayer held in my veins and hand.
And so I learn — a mother’s love won’t fade,
it never dies, nor withers with the shade.
It is the sky that calls me to its frame,
the smile that time can never quite reclaim.
To those who’ve lost the root from which they grew,
I say: Love now — time won’t wait for you.
A mother is a life, not just a scar,
for hearts too proud to speak who they are.
And you, my mother — you, dear Anna,
remain with me in dream, in prayer, in star,
a flame untouched by autumn’s breath of sorrow,
a gentle touch beyond tomorrow.
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Dedicated to my beloved mother, Anna Guțu, who passed away in the spring of 2010, at only 49 years old. May God rest her soul in peace.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 4:54 AM UTC
The sky grows dim, yet you remain my light,
an unseen hand that guides my feet through night.
You, mother — everlasting root and flame,
with voice so gentle, tender is your name.
You left at dawn, while stars still softly burned,
yet still your name through every prayer returns.
Anna — the flowers whisper when it rains,
and in the evening wind, your love remains.
You placed pure love into my open palms,
your eyes had taught me peace, and quiet calms.
Though longing weighs my heart like stone,
your love still shields the thorns I’ve known.
Mother, I do not cry — I write of you,
in every verse, your soul is shining through.
When all the world falls down, you make me stand,
a living prayer held in my veins and hand.
And so I learn — a mother’s love won’t fade,
it never dies, nor withers with the shade.
It is the sky that calls me to its frame,
the smile that time can never quite reclaim.
To those who’ve lost the root from which they grew,
I say: Love now — time won’t wait for you.
A mother is a life, not just a scar,
for hearts too proud to speak who they are.
And you, my mother — you, dear Anna,
remain with me in dream, in prayer, in star,
a flame untouched by autumn’s breath of sorrow,
a gentle touch beyond tomorrow.
__________________________________________________
Dedicated to my beloved mother, Anna Guțu, who passed away in the spring of 2010, at only 49 years old. May God rest her soul in peace.
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