Since the day I suddenly lost my darling Mum

there has been a silence that comes with grief

one that is deafening, louder than any noise

this silence is not simply the absence of sound

but the overwhelming presence of her loss

it wraps itself around every corner of my life

it creeps into my home and my heart each day

The silence hurts because she was so full of life

she was the familiar soundtrack of our family

that I never imagined would disappear, but now

that grounding rhythm is gone, the spaces that

once buzzed with her presence have fallen silent

the contrast between the life she brought and

the silence and stillness left in her wake is stark

It haunts me, this silence has taken her place

it has replaced her vibrancy and her warmth

I have waited for the sound of her footsteps

for her voice to call my name, but all I hear is

the silence of something missing, irreplaceable

these silent moments are so unbearable that

when I feel the depth of my loss most acutely

The hard part of the silence is how final it feels

it is as if the world has stopped making noise

waiting for her return, but she is not coming back

and this silence is a cruel reminder of that reality

the aching silence of loss is heavy, suffocating

but it is also sacred, a place where she lives on

where I continue to hold her close in my heart