A blessing given by the heavens,
some remain, some do not.
Some can become one,
while others were never meant to.
A figure permanent and true -
a mother.
I drifted back in time,
where lullabies freely swam,
a place filled with sunlight and dawn,
swaying gently while I stood still.
Someone I love,
someone I sometimes hate,
yet one thing remains certain -
she is my mother,
without question.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:25 AM UTC
A blessing given by the heavens,
some remain, some do not.
Some can become one,
while others were never meant to.
A figure permanent and true -
a mother.
I drifted back in time,
where lullabies freely swam,
a place filled with sunlight and dawn,
swaying gently while I stood still.
Someone I love,
someone I sometimes hate,
yet one thing remains certain -
she is my mother,
without question.
