I grew up in a house held up by her hands,
Calloused, tired, but steady as land.
No father’s footsteps echoed through halls
Just hers, late night, answering life’s calls.
She never asked for much- never did,
Just worked and loved and raised a kid.
The fridge wasn’t always full, no gold on the shelves,
But what we had felt rich as wealth.
She spun dinners from scraps, turned winter to warm,
A smile in the struggle, a calm in the storm.
I didn’t see then what now stands so clear
She made magic from nothing, year after year.
Teenage rage sharp words, slammed doors,
Thinking I knew what life had in store.
Dreaming of leaving, of being set free,
Not seeing how much she poured into me.
Now grown, I trace back every mile,
Every sacrifice tucked in her smile.
And though I grew up sooner than planned,
It was her lessons that taught me to stand.
I see her now no cape, no crown,
But the strongest woman I’ve ever found.
And if love is measured in what we give,
Then she’s the richest soul to ever live.