December 7, 2023
Unseen Beauty in Chaos of Motherhood
No one has witnessed when your tears graced the yard, my mother,
Yet I always found a flower, bowing its head in our garden.
You wished for better days to stroll along your path,
But I knew your pessimism never eclipsed your hope.
You never felt the snow though it lingered close,
Nor did you recognize your beauty amid self-induced storms,
Your efforts often unseen by those around you.
Yet I've always known you as the garden of our home,
Drawing everyone to this abode of ours.
The sun won't rise the same without you on the yard,
The snow won't grace us if you're not there to await it.
You, my mother, are the exquisite flower of our garden,
A beauty that cannot be robbed, just like your kindness, entwined within your soul.
Your tears, unnoticed by many,
Yet you remain, a radiant bloom that never fades,
Morning or night.