A Shyerhunlo Lorin
Thank you, Mom for all you gave.
For being gentle, strong, and brave.
Not just the hands that held me tight.
But the soul that lit my inner light.
You stitched my world with silent thread.
With whispered prayers beside my bed.
You bore the weight of unseen pain,
And turned your tears to nurturing rain.
In every ‘no’ you meant ‘I care’.
In every silence, you were there.
You gave me roots, then let me fly.
A quiet hope, a steady sky.
The world may never see your scars.
But I have traced them into stars.
They guide me still, through dark and doubt.
Your love the flame that won’t burn out.
So, this Mother’s Day, I speak anew.
Not just ‘I love you’ but thank you.
For every part of you I’ve known.
And all the love you’ve never shown.
Because some love is vast, unseen.
The sacred kind that lies between.
Each breath, each choice, each sleepless night.
A mother’s heart: my truest light.
Thank You Mom
