They say only in infinity
do two parallels meet,
but in this house at 6 pm
every weeknight when we eat

the finite get a touch of love
as food is more than just prepared,
when you cook it with the thought of us
it’s more than taste that shows you care.

Through acts alone you give us life
beyond what’s seen upon the surface,
despite the cause of any strife
you give us all a purpose.

Forever to you we owe a debt
to be paid in love and life beget.

being a mother
is not about
making bread
and dinner every night

being a mother is about trying to understand
and not gossiping to your friends about my bad choices when i broke up with the boy who
i decided
was not right for me

and believing me
when i told you
that i had an eating disorder
that my brothers constant jokes about my weight had not helped
(i could hear you say to my father, 'but bulimics lose their teeth')

being a mother
is about
being there
when im in the kitchen crying and i know that you can hear me
but you do not come out
being a mother is about hearing the tinge in my voice
when i say that i honestly don't know when i will be ready for school
and the day
and not accusing me of attitude
but hearing that i am struggling
being a mother is about
supporting me
and not telling me that you're waiting for my next mental breakdown
and that im foolish for taking on so much
and trying to do well
because you think i can't do it
well
then maybe i can't do it

but you have failed
a mother's essential job is to help their children conquer the world
and you are not helping
it's mother's day tomorrow
but i do not want to celebrate
i'd say that i'm sorry
but i'm not

happy mother's day

To the woman that once carried me
and still carries on doing so.*

There is a stereotype
of superheroes wearing capes
but I reject that.
Mine wears regular clothing,
sometimes glasses,
and smells like home.

Your presence is all I need when
I feel like I'm crumbling.
Your embrace has a power
of bringing pieces I thought I lost
back together.

You have a power
to believe in me
when even I don't.
You are the hand I feel
squeezing strenght into
my thoughts
through my shoulder.
You are the voice in my head
that tells me to keep on going
when the road gets a little tough.
Your smile makes
everything so much better,
everyone so much happier.

You are wonderful
You are beautiful
You are magical
You are exquisite
You are brilliant
You are enchanting
You are marvelous
You are my mom
and
You are exactly
everything I want to be
when I grow up.

Theres a beauty in a baby, who just opens her eyes and looks up at her mom and gives her this little beautiful smile, lighting up her moms world.

There's a beauty in a little girl who, every time she falls, she gets up, shakes it off, runs to her mom, gives her a big hug and continues doing what she was doing.

There's a beauty in a teenage lady who struggles with puberty; school, broken hearts, insecurity and even pimples, a lady who knows that throughout everything her mom will be there to listen to everything she has to say.

There's a beauty in an adult woman whose confidence comes from experiences;
unemployment, pregnancy, sickness but still calls and visits her mom everyday.

There's a beauty in a Mother, a mom, a blessing.
One who knows exactly when, why and where she has to be when her child is hurt.
One who knows how to love her husband through his stubbornness.
One who trusts The Lord with all her heart.
A woman who can fall, pick herself up, and move on.
A person whom I'll always be able to go to and say "I love you" and be 100% sure that even though she jokes that she doesn't, in her heart she does.