Although you may not see a baby on my hip or at my breast.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
Although you may not hear a newborn cry as you walk past.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
Although you may not see him sleeping in his warm bed.
I am still a mother nonetheless.
You may think my baby is not here.
But he's in the way I walk and breathe instead.
My son lives on through me.
I'm still a mother, just like the others you see.