Seasons change, yet the loss of my Mum remains

every season reminds me of her in different ways

each one opens a different window into my grief

pulls a different memory, a new wave of emotion

carries a different weight, a new shade of sorrow

as I journey through life in her indefinite absence

the four seasons all stir different parts of my heart

Spring shows me her vibrant and nurturing spirit

the garden and flowers she once tended flourish

but she is no longer here to admire this beauty

summer brings memories of her joy in the sun

but now it is filled with the weight of her absence

even in the heat, there is a chill from missing her

the longer days hold a shadow of the grief I carry

But no time of year hurts me more than autumn

a season pervades the shock of her sudden loss

a season where my grief feels so raw and intense

as if no time has passed since everything changed

now it is a reminder of how fleeting life really is

nature is letting go all around me, but I am still

desperately clinging to the memories we shared

Winter used to be our season, it was a season

where we celebrated life, love, and each other

we travelled the world, and gathering stories

it was a season of togetherness, of adventure

but there is an absence and a quietness now

without her, the winter magic is harder to find

the truth is, every season, she is with me, always