Mothers

mothers love in ways

the world rarely notices

in cut fruit

and late night talks

in remembering the things

everyone else forgets

they carry entire families

while pretending they are not tired

and

somehoweven after long days

and heavy years

their love still arrives softly

like light under a door

i think part of growing up

is realizing

your mother gave pieces of herself

to build the person you became

and that kind of love

stays with you forever

I love you, Amma