Moms

Behind every child is a woman who endured pain who left pieces of herself on a hospital bed, who lay open, breathless, her body heavy, her soul even heavier.

No one talks about the fatigue that isn't just physical but the kind that weighs on the heart, the kind that settles deep in the soul.

And yet...

Despite the needles, the fresh wounds, the trembling hands she holds onto that tiny life that cost her everything.

She smiles, even in her sleep.

She caresses, even through the ache.

Behind every scar is a quiet whisper:

“I made it.”

Behind every labored breath is a vow: “I'm here. Always.”

Because a mother doesn’t turn off,

even when there's no light left.

She just keeps on loving.

Keeps on giving.

Keeps on being Mom.