History of Sorts

In skies beyond where mortal eyes may see,
There dwells a love, unfettered, wild, and free.
For there, amidst celestial light and grace,
Besides my mother, in a sacred space.

Though parted by the veil that time decrees,
Your spirit lingers in the whispering breeze.
In every bloom that dances ‘neath the sun,
I feel your presence, though our time is done.

Your laughter echoes in the songbirds’ trills,
Your warmth imbues each golden daffodil.
In dreams, we meet upon the starlit shore,
Where love’s embrace holds us forevermore.

Though tears may flow like rivers to the sea,
Your memory is my beacon, guiding me.
Through shadowed valleys, to the mountaintop,
Your love endures an everlasting crop.

So here’s to you, my dearest mother dear,
In heaven’s arms, forever hold you near.
Though parted by the veil, our souls entwine,
Your love, immortal, in this heart of mine.