Mom, you’re the anchor in my stormy seas,
Your hands tell stories of a thousand days,
Of meals cooked with love, and clothes freshly pressed,
Of midnight fevers you helped to suppress,
Of wiping tears through my troubled phases.
You taught me strength without speaking a word,
Your actions spoke volumes through the years,
Standing tall through both laughter and tears,
Making sure my every whisper was heard.
The way you pause your world to hear my call,
How you sense my pain before I speak it,
Your love so vast I can barely meet it,
Yet you give it freely, giving your all.
When chaos swirls and my world falls apart,
You’re the shelter I run to, my safe space,
Time with you moves at its own gentle pace,
As you piece back together my tired heart.
Those little things I once took for granted —
The morning coffee you’d carefully pour,
The way you’d always wait by the door,
Your garden dreams you patiently planted.
Now older, I see with clearer eyes,
The sacrifice hidden in your smile,
The strength it took to walk every mile,
Your love disguised in a thousand lies:
“I’m not tired,” “I already ate,”
“Go have fun, I’ll be fine on my own,”
Each small denial, each gentle tone,
Building the person I am to date.
Mom, you’re the anchor in my stormy seas,
The lighthouse guiding me back to shore,
The warmth I find behind home’s door,
The voice that sets my worried heart at ease.
No words can hold the depth of my love,
No poem can capture all you mean,
The ways you’ve shaped my life, unseen,
Like blessings scattered from high above.
But know this truth, as sure as stars shine:
Your love has built the best parts of me,
And though I roam across land and sea,
I’m forever grateful that you’re mine.
To the woman who gave me roots to grow,
And wings to fly, yet always a home to know.