09/01/2026
My mom is my angel.
Not the kind with wings I can see,
but the kind I feel in my quietest moments.
When the world feels too heavy,
I look for her in the smallest signs —
a memory, a thought, a sudden calm in my heart.
I still need her guidance, her comfort, her voice.
Some days I forget she’s gone,
and for a second, everything feels normal again.
Then reality returns, gently but painfully.
My mom is my angel.
She walks with me through grief,
through the days I don’t know how to be strong.
Even in her absence, she protects me.
I may not be able to hold her hand anymore,
but I carry her love everywhere I go.
Forever my mother.
Forever my angel.