For My Mother

In the quiet hours before the world awakened,
You bore more than just the weight of morning’s light,
With steady hands that shaped what couldn’t be spoken,
You wove a home from the shadows of unseen nights—
Fears tucked into corners, worries folded with care,
Things I never knew you faced, hidden in your stare.

I remember a night when the rain pressed hard,
Thunder shaking the windows, yet you stood still,
Wrapping me in your coat, like a shield of warmth,
The world outside raging, but you were my hill—
Not a towering peak, but the slope I knew,
The one constant place my small feet always flew.

I never saw the weight of those long years,
The silent burdens, the lines etched in your face,
Each quiet step, a victory hard-won, alone,
Yet somehow, a world of love grew in that space.
And now, I carry the lessons, unspoken and true,
Not in words, but in the quiet things you’d do.

Your love, in a glance, in the way you’d brush my hair,
Taught me strength, not through grandness, but simply being there.

S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Oct 22, 2024    
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