Who cares for you Mom, when you cry alone? You give and you give so much to your children and to all who are fortunate enough to cross your path
But what about you, Mom? Who holds your hand when your shoulders shake from the strain of getting up and moving on even when all you want to do is curl up and have one more minute before facing the day
Its okay Mom, sit down for a bit take that breath you needed you don't have to be strong all the time why should you, when your in the deep end flailing for peace clawing for acceptance and fighting to find the meaning behind every blow that's dealt
Your dreams, something to cherish in quiet moments have been shoved to the bottom of your starving soul for so long you cannot hear their screams anymore
What I would give to heal your wounds and take away the heartbreak for you deserve to sing until like a balm it soothes away internal festering
"Chin up," they say, "You are brave." Well I say, "Head down, dear one." "There is bravery in the strength it takes to show that you are hurting."
So Mom, when you are struggling to deal with a unending sea of pain close your eyes breath in and out wade into the dark waters and let the healing begin.
-Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
To Mom. Who is the strongest woman I know. Who has faced death, and pain and loss. Yet she is still standing. To all the brave mothers out there. You are seen. You are appreciated. And you are loved.