For Mom,
this expresses exactly how I feel and think today.
While remembering my mother
I also remember when I was a young mother
and that at times it was overwhelming.
Now that my sons are grown young men,
I achingly remember those precious moments
with them in my arms
and close to my heart.
They are now too big to cuddle and carry
It is more the other way around
that they have to carry me,
and help me.
Treasure those beginning years
you will never get them back.
These are the flowers I got from my sons
They had carefully chosen the colours, that I love.
Gentle reminders to myself
relax
enjoy
and find a peaceful space
to just reflect
and
rejuvenate.
Honor yourself
and
mothers.
Where would we be
without them.





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