#motherlove
A mother cries differently.
not loudly,
not the kind of crying
that asks the world to stop,
hers arrives quietly
between unfinished prayers,
between sleepless nights,
between pretending
she is stronger than she feels.
a mother can break
and still wake up early
to make sure everyone else survives
that is the terrifying beauty of her love
she carries storms
inside a voice soft enough
to calm a child,
and somehow
even when life empties her hands,
she still finds a way
to give,
I think God made mothers
from pieces of sacrifice,
because no ordinary heart
could survive loving this hard.
I have seen mothers smile
with tears hiding behind their teeth,
seen them choose hunger
so their children could call themselves full,
seen them lose themselves
just to make sure
their children are found
and still
the world calls them ordinary,
but there is nothing ordinary
about a woman
who turns pain into protection.
nothing ordinary
about hands that heal
even when they are wounded themselves,
a mother’s tear
is not weakness
it is the price of caring too deeply
in a world
that rarely cares back
and maybe that is why
heaven listens carefully
when mothers speak
because even God understands
that a mother’s love
is one of the closest things
to divinity
this earth will ever touch.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:42 AM UTC
I see the truth they tried to erase,
screens full of whispers, shadows of control.
But I knew.
I always knew.
I fought in silence,
kept myself alive
when the world wanted me gone.
A small hand pulled me back from the edge,
a second chance,
my reason to stay.
I grieve.
I miss.
I ache.
But I refuse to lose.
Love cannot be taken.
Being a mother cannot be erased.
I gather my truth like armour,
walk into the battle with fire in my heart,
unbreakable, deliberate, relentless.
I fight for what belongs with me.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC
Her dreams didn’t die all at once.
They faded like a body losing warmth
quietly, while the water boiled
and someone called her name
from the other room.
She tells you to chase yours
because she didn’t.
Because she stayed
with a man, with a family,
with the version of herself
that always came second.
She was just like you.
Sharp in the mind,
soft in the places
no one thought to protect.
She gave too much
because no one taught her
she was allowed to keep anything.
That’s why she says,
“Never compromise.”
Not because she’s brave,
but because she remembers
how it felt to hand over pieces of herself
and be thanked for it.
You remind her
of the girl she buried
under laundry and prayer.
You speak too loudly sometimes,
and she doesn’t stop you.
You leave rooms without apologizing,
and she watches
half grief, half awe.
You are
her unfinished sentence.
The better ending
she never wrote.
And still,
she’s praying
not for herself anymore,
but that this world
won’t ask you to shrink
just to fit inside it.
Don’t give up.
Because if you do,
then all she gave up
will have been for nothing
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
long before the world placed you in my arms,
you lived in me.
i felt you in the silence of lonely nights,
in the soft wish i made to the stars.
i carried you in the deepest part of me,
where love was not found but formed.
i have seen you before,
in trembling hands that reached for love but closed into fists,
in the doe eyes that never cried,
‘cause tears were a door never safe to open.
i have seen you in Ray.
in little Molly,
in the girl i once was.
in that moment, i made a promise:
“no child of mine,
no child under my sky,
will ever have to do tea parties alone.”
you will not do 200 ballet pliés to quiet your sadness.
nor stand at the edge of love
wondering if it will stay.
you will not be asked to trade your tears for perfect grades
or a quiet, collected face
when all you ever needed was to be held.
because i will hold you.
i will teach you to dance, to loosen up, and to let go.
and even if my hands falter, i will always take you spinning on the giant teacup rides,
through every storm, every silence and every trembling night.
i will be the arms that never let go of you.
the heart that never goes numb.
the home that stands unshaken,
even when the world forgets to be kind to you.
and if the world asks,
where did i find you?
i will press a kiss to your hair, smile and say,
you were always mine.
you were always coming home,
for the day i was born & so were you.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC
Thou art my creator
Not to mention, my first teacher
From you, have I learned so much
That it has made me rich
Not in terms of wealth
But in terms of character
Always, have you kept me in good health
And assuaged my doubts and fears
To the greatest extent possible
Thanks to you, do I really believe nothing is impossible!
Thou art my creator
There is so much you have to bear
In order to keep me happy
While I often get snappy
Certainly, have I not been the best son
However, rarely have you been wrong
Always, have you been there for me
Constantly coaxing and cajoling
Scolding and admonishing
And finally
Encouraging and praising!!
Thou art my creator
To me, are you extremely dear
The perfect example of unconditional love
However, at the same time
Rarely have you treated me with kid gloves
Many a time, have you taken the blame
For mistakes I have made
Nevertheless, you are the main reason
For me having a strong sense of right and wrong
You are my moral compass
And whenever there is something amiss
You point me in the right direction
Equally important, are your words of caution!!
Thou art my creator
Not just a mother
But also a friend for life
And my strongest companion in times of strife
With me, have you sometimes been patient to the extreme
You are the beam
Of light that surrounds me from all sides
And ensures I never fade
Often, have you been a mixture of strict and lenient
Sometimes, downright blunt
But you can also be exceedingly sweet
All in all, as a parent
Quite hard are you, to beat!!
Thou art my creator
And quite a colourful character
You are the most precious person
In my entire life
From you, have I learned the most important lessons
Thanks to you, have I been able to ride the rough
And ultimately emerge successful
Finally, I love you above one and all
May God bless you
With loads of love, happiness and peace!!
May 10, 2024
May 10, 2024 at 12:24 AM UTC
for all I know, she is a woman.
her beauty might leave you speechless
she is special, not the only one of her species,
and yet, she is uniqueness.
the wind whistles through her hair,
as she walks in elegance,
but it’s nothing like arrogance.
she embodies love and protection,
her heart is strong and golden.
and she is a lover of perfection.
she still remembers
the chances she didn’t take.
the wounds, the heart aches
and the days without breaks.
she has fallen many times,
but sure knows how to arise.
her strength has never let her down
and she still carries her crown.
for all I know,
she is a queen without king.
she always knew how to fight
and how to spread out her wings.
she protects her infants
even from a distance.
her love is persistent,
she is brave and resistent.
for all I know,
her heart is in the right place,
it carries compassion and grace.
and she will always make sure,
that I am safe.
for all I know, she must be a mother.
and gracefully I smiled,
when I realised,
that I am her child.
- gio
Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 6:23 AM UTC
There are quite a few people in this world
Who are special to me
In their own ways
But none, more than my parents
Especially my mother
Seeing as it was her
Who brought me to the world
In the first place
And raised me
With so much love and care
That I feel I am one of the luckiest sons
However, at the same time
Amma has ensured
That I am not spoilt or pampered
As often happens with many rich kids
On the other hand
She has always kept me grounded
Whenever I've gotten too ahead of myself
So, it is thanks to Amma
That I am able to maintain humility
In the face of success
Also, whenever my confidence has taken a beating
Especially at work
Amma has always been at the ready
With a few words of encouragement
And has never failed to remind me
That I've been in such situations earlier
And managed to turn things around
Amma is not only a wonderful parent
But also a great friend, mentor and counsellor
Rolled into one
I can go on and on about her
But I think that's all for today
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 12:08 PM UTC
I know words can't describe fully,
How I feel her truly!
She showers me always with her shining,
And I see our soul obliquely reflecting!
No one will ever love me as much she does,
And it is there from beginning to end.
How she excited to give birth to me, so greatful for being her daughter.
I am very thankful and anxious to God for giving me a chance to repeat HER!
I appreciate,
Her unselfishness motherhood,
And her unconditional love.
My first and forever, friend and fan!
She never grows old, she always does the best!
And she is, how my mother.
Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 9:35 AM UTC
I see in her eyes a reflection of my life, our life intertwined.
We are so much a part of each other...
Please don't feel the pain I felt...
I feel.
We are mirrors facing each other, the depth is immeasurable.
Which way to turn? If one shatters, does the other shatter too?
I will face you with strength so that my reflection will give you the power to be wise, aware, and beautiful. Your spirit will be full of love and hope - and through your reflection back at me...
I will healed.
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC
Here we are
Like always
Dog yelping
in the other room
I try to explain to you
My pain is like yours
Just fragmented
Amongst your own ghost
Don’t you see it?
The bruises of whiskey
The long sighs of relief
When you come home clean
Clean
Clean
Isn’t that a funny word?
I wait so long to hear it.
And then you whisper -
The essence of it.
It floats within me
For a fragment of time
Even if
I admit
It’s now on its’ ninth life,
Each time I beg
That your life
Still has truth
And then it goes out
The meaning of it all
And you laugh
Because isn’t joy
Just the ignorance of pain?
I’m crying
There’s tears in the living room now
And on the sofa where you spoke your first sound
I’m trying
To contain the little of my remains
But how do you die when you’re still living?
You look at me now
Those same eyes I saw
When you were four
Four and trying to show me
How your spaceship made of sand
Will take us far -
Take us to the moon
Take us there
And back
I’m standing in your room
And I’m trying
To figure out how I got us here
To figure out how to get us back
Do bottle tops shimmer like sand?
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
You're not in heaven
My wish every eleven. (11:00)
Will always in vain.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
Once u were jealous
reading the pages
of my handy book
"Oh there's nothing about me"
with a sad face
but dear my silly sweatheart
how will u understand,
U stay in the deepth
of my heart .
A house on the green land
A castle of peace
we will be together,
forever...
And a endless sleep on ur chubby lap
With Warm And peace❤
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Indeed, it is lifeless
But it gives life to her hopes.
It is a witness;
Witness of her all time pains.
It is her friend whom
She shares her thoughts with.
She looks into a distance
Upto the place her eyes can see,
Tears flow down vigourously.
Yet, hope remains deep down the heart.
It shines;
Along with it shine her faiths,
Her faiths would have died a long ago
If it did not exist.
She gazes into its light,
It says to her,"your wait is not wasted."
She strengthens...
She grows stronger with the words.
When everything faded away,
When darkness covered the dawn of life,
When there was shadow all over,
It had helped her fight;
Fight with the pessimism of life.
To the rest of the world,
It was just a piece of mud.
But to her,
It was 'THE DIYO'
Her courage, her belief and her faith
Whose never ending light
Would provide her
A reason to fight and survive.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
for those whose mothers are no more
the annual business hype of what to give
and where to take your mother
is but a sad remembrance of loss
stirring up memories of happier times
when she was still a pillar in your universe
loved and revered, and sometimes feared,
who taught you, patiently or not,
the basics of survival in your expanding world.
She knew, while you were as yet unaware
that all her loving preparations
would over time mean separation.
When you struck out to shape your life
all by yourself and left her with her fears for you,
her wishes, and the hopes that what she tried
to give you was enough and right,
your heart and mind were elsewhere, far away,
focused upon the future of your independent life.
Your years run fast and busy, and suddenly one day
you stand before her coffin
and discover that it is too late
for all the questions never asked.
What you have left are memories
and a vague sense of having missed the chance
to see - and maybe even understand a little -
the woman she has also been
throughout her life, behind her loving face
of a dear mother’s care and grace.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
Selfless love
pours out like a waterfall
from her loving and caring heart
nurturing all who would drink from it.
Courage seeps from every inch of her muscle
protecting and guarding
For she is our guardian angel.
Her heart beats at a different frequency
But resonates with each one of ours
Embracing and harmonizing
creating a beautiful symphony.
Like a sunshine
she refuses to eclipse
radiating positivity and happiness
To the deepest, darkest of corners.
Encouraging, rearing and believing
pushing and advising
she gave and gave
planting flowers in our gardens
helping us bloom
and bringing the best versions of ourselves forth.
Unconditional and pure is her love
Patient is her soul
She is our mother
And a very happy birthday to her!
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
Mothers are the cool shade in life,
Mothers are the only light in darkness,
Mothers are the blossom of spring,
Mothers are the ways of heaven,
Without a mother, would be no us,
Without a mother, we would be lost,
Mother’s are the cool shade in life,
Mother’s are the joy,
Satisfaction,
And peace in life!
By: Nida Mahmoed.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
Magnitude in heart
Obliging warmth
Teaching good
Healing pains
Endless concern
Radiant woman
She is MOTHER !
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
The itch that demands,
the strong impulse which shall never end.
This battle is a constant one,
this I formulate from within.
You tore up my family,
you tore up my heart.
You destroyed the one I love most,
& you've made her want to depart.
Depart from vibrancy,
the will to live soberly.
You destructed her far past a breaking point,
& now she's a reflection of brutality.
Separated from the one who raised me;
I perceived you as so strong.
You made numerous examples of heroism,
before you let yourself fall apart.
Now your but a frail,
a withered example.
Of the one you used to be,
your present image I'm unable to handle.
Handle the transformation,
that time has made apparent.
Now I'm forced to raise you,
because your brain has deteriorated.
The pain drains my energy,
the devil steals from my soul.
I know this demand all to well,
I've had this feeling since a boy.
Now here I stand,
& I'll attempt to stay strong.
For what you've done to my family,
I'll remember until my days fail to start.
Tears come and go,
but the pain remains constant.
The child-view of life left us long ago;
after this read, its apparent.
Now here we stand,
torn apart from what we had.
You reach out to me and I grit my teeth,
attempting to forget that I'm sad.
I hope I'll able to forgive,
your selfish quest for departure.
Right now its so hard to apprehend,
& the effects feel like deep acupuncture.
The one you married can't see past,
past your current image of decadence.
The combined hatred creates your impulse to disaster,
& your destructive cycle is boundless.
You meant everything to me,
and this has not changed.
However my view of you is in shame,
and alcohol is to blame.
What you've done I can't apprehend,
and I hate myself for the same impulse.
I wonder if one day I'll give up,
because my efforts never penetrated your mental.
Days turn to months, months into years.
Your time is limited here,
from the effects of all the shears.
Your shears are permanent,
Your liver is due to fail.
However every-time you hear this,
you never seem to care.
Back to the cycle,
of your every day misery.
The alcohol has driven everyone away,
And yes mom, this is scrutiny.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
It's mother's day today
Please don't hate me
Atleast for a day
Trust me when I say
I love you as much as your sons do
And I pray for you silently
And I feel sorry for
All the differences in our opinions
But that's who I am
I can't be anything else
What you demand will deprive me of myself
Please don't take that away
Please believe me when I say
That in those long hours of night, it is you for whom I pray.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Have you ever stopped to think,
if tomorrow never comes;
Will your family know you love them,
when your last day here is done?
Do you fill your life with earthly things,
or work your life away;
Thinking money, fame or fortune,
will get you through each day?
There's not one thing up on this earth,
even those things God has given;
You can take with you upon your walk,
through those pearly gates of Heaven!
God placed those loved ones in your care,
He thought you'd do your best;
Have you nurtured, taught and loved them all?
If not you've failed His test!
Now love, you see, is not a word,
to be thrown at them each night;
But wrap them up many times each day,
and forever hold on tight!
When you're angry, mad or hateful,
thoughts floating in your head;
Don't say those words you're thinking now,
but go to God instead!
Just show your family often,
hug and hold them every day-
How much you love each one of them,
then together kneel and pray!
Just ask My Lord, whose on His throne,
to guide you from above;
He'll lead you family day by day,
and fill you with true love!
Then follow God's example,
and when your laid to rest;
Your love won't be in question,
then yes, you'll pass His test!
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
When it comes to CARING,
It is like the shade under a huge tree,
Always give me back my strength to go on with my path.
When I see her SMILE,
I tend to forget what I have had in the day,
And give me a new energy to start over a new day.
When it comes to LOVE,
You all have the same HEART.
It is irreplaceable, the one and only love,
That is what I want to call it “Mother’s Love”.
For me,
I can ONLY say..… “THANK YOU MAY MAY (MOTHER)"
(c) Ko Win Khine aka. D Hlaine (May 18th, 2011. NYC)
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
We love a girl,
We live with a girl,
Our life with a girl,
What we never want a baby girl,,,,
Our life with a girl,
The world is nothing,
Without a girl,
Please everybody save the girl,,,,
We love a girl,
But we leave her,
Then we loves another one,
After cheat her,,,,
Be a man,
Don't be a lady,
Love a girl,
To make her feel crazy,,,,
we earn the money,
We spent the money,
Then why we leave our MOTHER,
At the stage of old lady,,,,,
We all live,
We all die,
Set a another goal,
That u never make a girl cry.....!
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
first breath,
Eyes wide open
take some time,
Enjoy the moment,
when you aren't born
because it's safe
inside the utero,
inside the mother
of all children -
and come along,
we're not alone,
we are together
see to eye, stay awake,
put the past behind
your shoulders,
as you are,
as you ought to be,
to say the words you
need to mean them,
& wipe the powder
off your nose,
& bring some light
to the windowless
houses
grey is a color. That's fine,
but how come we're not envolved,
I like that you don't like my favorite colors
because mine is already taken.
and he lives in a car, with a record out there,
crying and refusing to live in such human state,
such is his condition,
and he remembers Andy Wood,
but he doesn't care anymore,
because his life is better
without him.
and those who stay
will never understand
why the dragon spread his wings
& took all of them to far away
from this frail stage.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC