Happy heavenly mothers day to my stepmom 🤍🕊

Chloe

Happy Heavenly mothers day to the mom's who are no longer with us 🤍🕊

Went up and put some flowers on my stepmoms grave and wrote this poem about how im feeling today:

Mother’s Day arrives

like a letter with no return address.

a reminder of the word mother

and all the shapes it took in my life.

My first mother is still here,

somewhere in the fog of her own storms.

She was always drowning in waves I could never calm,

her hands too full with the weight of her mind

to hold mine the way I needed.

I don’t blame her, not really.

Some battles swallow people whole.

But a child still grows up

with an empty chair in her heart

where a mother should have been.

And then there was you.

You stepped into a house

full of children who were half lost,

and you loved us like blood had written our names across your ribs.

You didn’t have to.

but you did.

When I moved in,

I thought maybe this was it.

Maybe this was the chapter where things would finally get better.

And for a while, they did.

You stitched warmth into the quiet corners of the house.

You made ordinary days feel safe.

You made the word family sound like something real.

But now Mother’s Day comes

and you’re not here to answer it.

I keep wondering if you’d be proud of me.

I hope you would be.

But some days I doubt it,

because lately my own battles have been loud and messy.

I’ve stumbled through things

I wish you could have helped me understand.

I’ve made trouble where I meant to make peace.

And the family…

I wanted to keep us together.

I really did.

I thought maybe if I held tight enough to every thread

the whole thing wouldn’t unravel.

But grief loosens knots that love once tied.

Now the distance stretches between us all

like a quiet that no one knows how to fill.

Still.

there’s something I wish I could tell you.

In September,

if everything goes the way I hope,

I’ll be going to university.

And I wish you were here to see it.

To stand in the doorway with that proud smile that made everything feel possible.

It’s not exactly the path

I once said I’d take back when you were still here listening to all my plans.

Life turned the road in ways I didn’t expect.

But I hope you’d still look at me

the same way.

like someone worth believing in.

So this Mother’s Day

I carry two kinds of grief:

the mother I never really had

and the one I lost who loved me like her own.

One absence shaped my childhood.

The other left a light behind I’m still trying to walk toward.

And wherever you are,

I hope you can see me.

still trying,

still learning,

still hoping that somehow -

I’m making you proud