Sunlight broke across the floor,
You reached for air and asked for more.
A syllable like falling dawn,
A whispered world where I belong.
My breath stilled, my heart learned how to bend,
One small sound that altered every end.
When you first said “Mom,” the sky turned soft,
My every worry folded up and off.
That single word became my home,
A tiny kingdom I could own.
Your fingers found the shape of me,
A map of love for you to keep.
Each time you call, the world aligns,
A melody that rewrites time.
Years will pass and voices change,
But that first sound will never fade.
Keep it close when roads get long —
That single word is still my song.
