13/09/2025
The tiny hands 🙌🏾 that grip me at night—
your sister holds me so tight.
Those same small hands I’d move mountains 🏔️ for,
the ones I’d stand and fight for, now and evermore.
Needless to say, we’ll be there, you and I, to lift each other up;
your memory will not be wasted — your love leaves its mark, a stubborn cut.
It hurts, yes, but it does not stop our growing;
instead it teaches us how to keep on showing
what real love, purpose, and stability mean.
Love has no blueprint, no clear design—
as a mother, I still wish it had given one sign.
I will fight fearless and effortless for my children’s sake;
challenge me, and know I’ll rise up ready, whatever it takes.
I am a mama 👩 who fights hard — this I promise and proclaim:
my baby should be here; his family should not bear this pain.
With tears in my eyes I speak these words and find release:
whatever must be done so no other parent endures this grief,
we will do it — we will act — and we will honor his name
***these are my words cleaned up by ai. I hope the message is understood. 💚
