Your hands looked fragile to the world, Soft, unsteady, worn by time. But I knew the strength they carried Was deeper than the surface ever showed. They raised a family with quiet courage, Wiped every tear, held faith when life grew heavy. They knew when to ask, when to pray, And how to love without needing to be strong out loud. You were my rock when everything fell apart, Teaching me how to stand when I felt lost. Your music, your stories, your steady presence Still live in the spaces of my heart. You waited for me before letting go, Gave me one last smile, full of love and knowing. You fought hard, then chose your rest, Trusting I would be okay. Now you’re at peace, reunited with Dad, Watching over us with calm, gentle pride. I miss you in a thousand small ways, But I carry you with me—always. Goodnight, Mum. I love you, and I’ll see you again.