Mourn with those who mourn; this modern call commands.
Listen long, hold hands, hearts open, eyes expectant.
Answers absent, pride put aside,
Waiting, witnessing silent cries.
Mothers model; they move and meet
Sorrow’s shadow with tears that greet,
Hug, hold, heal—helping hands
Binding the broken, where understanding stands.
Wisdom whispers with patient pause,
Support, solace, shared without applause.
Unseen, unspoken strength in staying still,
Embracing grief, mourning void to fill.