To any woman who turns down the radio when talk about mother’s day begins,
To any woman who feels guilty for grieving this day,
To any woman constantly aware of an absence,
To any woman whose heart is longing,
To any woman hopeful that this month will be her month,
To any woman constantly in prayer,
To any woman angry at God,
To any woman whose baby felt no fear and knew no pain,
To any woman who loves another child like her own,
To any woman who is saving every last penny for a single shot at conception,
To any woman who feels alone in her suffering,
To any woman whose baby had a heartbeat,
I see you. I see your perseverance and I feel your pain. I see your unending love. The perseverance and love of a mother.
This day is also for you.
Life can be beautiful, but it can also be really cruel. This is heavy – but these aching hearts should not be forgotten this Mother’s Day.
“On Mother’s Day, I can think of no one more deserving than a Mother who had to give one back.” Erma Bombeck
love,
cheyenne
Carried by Grace 