A widowed soul, my heart forever prone.
My kin and husband now lie cold, bereft,
But Romeo, my dearest son, my breath was left.
Oh, Romeo, my beloved, my joy and pride,
Thy loss hath torn asunder all that I abide.
Thy youthful charm and gentle spirit bright,
Now dimmed by death's eternal, cruel night.
A mother's anguish knows no bound,
As I weep and mourn with endless sound.
Thy absence leaves a chasm in our lives,
Where laughter once resounded, now silence thrives.
Oh, cruel fate, why hast thou dealt this blow?
To snatch away my hope, my life's bright glow.
In grief, I wander aimlessly, lost and alone,
A widowed heart, forever to bemoan.
Within the halls, once filled with joyous cheers,
Now echoes naught but sorrow, tears, and fears.
The Montagues mourn their noble heir's demise,
A tragedy that rends our souls, our very cries.
But through this pain, a flicker of light still shines,
The memory of thy love, dear son of mine.
Thy love for Juliet, pure and profound,
A bond that shall endure and will always resound.
In my dreams, I see thy face, so dear,
Thy laughter, thy grace, banishing all fear.
I find solace in the thought of thy eternal rest,
In heavens embrace, finding true blessedness.
Though tears may flow and grief may linger long,
Within my heart, thy light forever strong.
Rest in peace, my son, my precious child,
In love's embrace, forever undefiled.