I never knew her like you did—
in everyday, familiar ways.
But I know her through your stories,
and the love that still remains.
She was your harbor in the storm,
your steady light, your guiding flame.
She shaped the fire that lives in you—
a heart too fierce to ever tame.
She bore her faith with gentle power—
a woman pure, steadfast, and wise.
And now, with reverence in your voice,
you call her blessed beyond all time.
She taught you love without condition,
how to stand firm, how not to bend.
She gave you strength to speak your soul
and fight with honor to the end.
You've drawn in closer to your father,
your heart more open, faith made new.
And still, I see beneath that grace—
the ache of missing what you knew.
Because a love like hers is carved in soul—
unchallenged, sacred, set apart.
She is your mother—now, forever—
forever stitched into your heart.
I often wish I’d known her more—
to share a laugh, a meal, a smile,
to sit and thank her for the love
that echoes through your every mile.
And oh, I wish she'd seen you now—
the way you father children mine.
She’d see her legacy in you,
in every choice, each steady line.
I know you walk a tender line,
between the past and what is new—
still holding space for Mama’s place
while making room for what is new.
So let this be your sacred ground—
a place to grieve without disguise.
No love like hers will be replaced;
it still lives on behind your eyes.
And on this day, I stand beside you—
to speak her name, to hold her light,
to say her love still shapes your days
and walks you safely through the night.
In Honor of My Mother In Law
