one day she was staring at the window, dreaming of a fairy tale with a prince for a happy ever after
the next day she was gleaming in white, walking down the aisle to say “I do” with pride
the other day she was pregnant, expecting for their first-born
the next day she was a mother and in there…
love grew fonder
maturity widens and reality strikes like a thunder
made that everyday of her child better
sacrificed enough to fight those hunger
selfless enough to give that child a future with those ounce of will and power
disciplined her child to ignite those strength and be braver
the next day she was old, with nothing but a feeling that is cold
will she be freed from those stories untold
behold
that her child forgot how she was mold
that the child forgot those words that made her whole
never said those words and remained untold
so cold,
one day she was also a mother, gleamed in white and had some child
the next day she knew better, that love never dissipates but just gets fonder
that love is never said but done
that being a mother is incomparable, being a child will teach you how to be responsible
for the next day, you will be the mother of a child
and in there you will realize
that everyday is not a dream but a job, a career not a profession
a life well lived filled with genuine love, empathy, and concern
that being a mom, mother, mommy, inay, nanay is a gift
and one day must not pass without you saying
“Thank you Mom, I love you, having you makes life worth living”
feistyredgirl 