Boxes became my constant companions,
each house a temporary heartbeat.
I built homes with one hand holding a child,
the other gripping resilience.
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
Boxes became my constant companions,
each house a temporary heartbeat.
I built homes with one hand holding a child,
the other gripping resilience.
A glimpse into the life of a mother constantly on the move, where each new house represents both a fresh start and an ongoing struggle. This poem captures the emotional weight of packing up a life, balancing motherhood with the physical and mental toll of relocation. With resilience as her foundation, she rebuilds, transforming each temporary space into a home, one box at a time.