Mother’s Day 2026
The morning stretched with open skies,
On Mother’s Day Eve, calm and bright.
We rode together through the day—
You, my son, and love’s soft light.
He led the way, so full of light,
His youthful frame in morning’s height.
We followed close, hearts keeping time,
The world behind, the day sublime.
We gathered where the bright trails meet,
With city voices, hope, and cheer.
Then downtown thrifts for him to roam—
Minneapolis drawing near.
At Omni later, dusk grew gold,
With pizza, pints, and laughter bright.
You won at cribbage, close and warm,
Good company into the night.
And when the stars rose overhead,
We met again in my warm bed.
No need for words, just touch and trust—
A kind of love that feels like us.
Next day, brunch at Hope, planned with care,
Your daughter there, with youth to share.
Your coffee steamed, your laughter warm,
Inside that calm, we found our form.
We talked like something newly grown,
A tender love not fully known.
Just waffles, smiles, and hands that knew—
A quiet joy beginning true.
That afternoon we rode as one,
The tandem gliding toward the bond.
Then home for dinner with my family—
And hearts that welcomed you inside.
And somehow love arrived this way:
Not all at once, but day by day.
Two lives once scattered by the storms,
Learning slowly to transform.
You opened space for something new,
For tangled roots and skies once blue.
For blending histories, joys, and scars,
And trusting hope beyond the dark.
Because love now is wider grown—
Not only what we’ve always known.
But making room, with patient grace,
For other children, names, and places.
And though that road may twist and bend,
With awkward starts we cannot mend,
I know the heart that you possess
Can turn confusion into rest.
Though flowers fade, this day will stay—
A perfect bloom in memory’s clay.
A ride, a laugh, a look, a kiss—
A life built slowly, full of this.
And maybe love’s most sacred art
Is stitching lives and hearts apart,
Till what once felt like yours and mine
Becomes a single, shared design.
© 2026 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
Mother’s Day 2026
The morning stretched with open skies,
On Mother’s Day Eve, calm and bright.
We rode together through the day—
You, my son, and love’s soft light.
He led the way, so full of light,
His youthful frame in morning’s height.
We followed close, hearts keeping time,
The world behind, the day sublime.
We gathered where the bright trails meet,
With city voices, hope, and cheer.
Then downtown thrifts for him to roam—
Minneapolis drawing near.
At Omni later, dusk grew gold,
With pizza, pints, and laughter bright.
You won at cribbage, close and warm,
Good company into the night.
And when the stars rose overhead,
We met again in my warm bed.
No need for words, just touch and trust—
A kind of love that feels like us.
Next day, brunch at Hope, planned with care,
Your daughter there, with youth to share.
Your coffee steamed, your laughter warm,
Inside that calm, we found our form.
We talked like something newly grown,
A tender love not fully known.
Just waffles, smiles, and hands that knew—
A quiet joy beginning true.
That afternoon we rode as one,
The tandem gliding toward the bond.
Then home for dinner with my family—
And hearts that welcomed you inside.
And somehow love arrived this way:
Not all at once, but day by day.
Two lives once scattered by the storms,
Learning slowly to transform.
You opened space for something new,
For tangled roots and skies once blue.
For blending histories, joys, and scars,
And trusting hope beyond the dark.
Because love now is wider grown—
Not only what we’ve always known.
But making room, with patient grace,
For other children, names, and places.
And though that road may twist and bend,
With awkward starts we cannot mend,
I know the heart that you possess
Can turn confusion into rest.
Though flowers fade, this day will stay—
A perfect bloom in memory’s clay.
A ride, a laugh, a look, a kiss—
A life built slowly, full of this.
And maybe love’s most sacred art
Is stitching lives and hearts apart,
Till what once felt like yours and mine
Becomes a single, shared design.
© 2026 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
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