She never asked for thanks—
just watched from the shadows,
tucking her pain beneath prayers,
turning hunger into meals,
and fear into lullabies.
While the world moves fast,
she stayed still—
a quiet constant
in a life that never stopped needing her.
We outgrew her lap,
but never her love.
And one day, we'll realize—
She was never just a mother.
She was the reason we survived.
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