I never knew her like you didâ
in everyday, familiar ways.
But I know her through your stories,
and the love that still remains.
She was your harbor in the storm,
your steady light, your guiding flame.
She shaped the fire that lives in youâ
a heart too fierce to ever tame.
She bore her faith with gentle powerâ
a woman pure, steadfast, and wise.
And now, with reverence in your voice,
you call her blessed beyond all time.
She taught you love without condition,
how to stand firm, how not to bend.
She gave you strength to speak your soul
and fight with honor to the end.
You've drawn in closer to your father,
your heart more open, faith made new.
And still, I see beneath that graceâ
the ache of missing what you knew.
Because a love like hers is carved in soulâ
unchallenged, sacred, set apart.
She is your motherânow, foreverâ
forever stitched into your heart.
I often wish Iâd known her moreâ
to share a laugh, a meal, a smile,
to sit and thank her for the love
that echoes through your every mile.
And oh, I wish she'd seen you nowâ
the way you father children mine.
Sheâd see her legacy in you,
in every choice, each steady line.
I know you walk a tender line,
between the past and what is newâ
still holding space for Mamaâs place
while making room for what is new.
So let this be your sacred groundâ
a place to grieve without disguise.
No love like hers will be replaced;
it still lives on behind your eyes.
And on this day, I stand beside youâ
to speak her name, to hold her light,
to say her love still shapes your days
and walks you safely through the night.
In Honor of My Mother In Law
