I used to think you didn\u2019t care,
That your world was too much to bear.
I watched you struggle, felt so apart,
Judged you harshly, broke your heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t see the endless nights,
The way you fought your private fights.
The tears you shed when no one knew,
The silent strength you always drew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, with a child in my arms so small,
I feel the weight of it all.
The sleepless nights, the endless tears,
The weight of love, the depth of fears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m awake at dawn, lost in thought,
Realizing the battles you fought.
Every cry, every sigh, every plea,
Is a mirror of the love you gave to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I feel your pain, I feel your strain,
The sacrifices that left their stain.
I\u2019m learning now what you went through,
And my heart aches for not understanding you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m sorry for the hurt I caused,
For not seeing how you paused.
The love you gave, the strength you showed,
The endless care, the heavy load.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Forgive me for the times I missed,
For not feeling the warmth of your embrace.
I see now the depth of your pain,
And I wish I could ease the strain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your journey as a mom was more than tough,
It was love in a world so rough.
Now I see the battles you fought alone,
The strength you gave, the seeds you\u2019d sown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I honor you now, with every breath,
For your love that outshines death.
I walk this path with tears and grace,
Feeling your strength in each embrace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thank you for showing me what it means,
To love so deeply, to live through dreams.
I hope you see the change in me,
And feel the love and the humility.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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