In Mama's Sunrise

I miss you in these quiet mornings, mama. Before the world

begins to move. Every room still holds your absence, like a love that's missing you.

I reach for you without thinking, mama. Like you're just in the other

room. Then the silence settles in me, and I feel the weight of

you. But I see you in the sunrise, mama.

When the dark starts letting go, that soft light on my window feels like you

saying "hello". Heaven feels a little closer, mama. In that early

morning light, I still miss you every second, but I see you