12 May 2025
Foreword:
She is not weak. Her strength lies in her softness. She is a ripple of blessings. This poem is a tribute to our pure, beautiful and powerful mothers.
Happy Mother's Day!
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A Ripple of Blessings
jepoy
Her heart is not stone but water,
cool as a spring,
soft as mist,
flowing in silence,
mistakenly weak yet stronger than anything that breaks.
When the earth is cracked with loneliness,
she brings the gift of rain,
filling hollow places
so you remember you are not alone.
She carries weight like ocean depths,
letting go of pieces...
a warm cup, a gentle gaze,
your sorrow held in her soothing embrace
to make space for you.
She carves beauty with time, quenching thirst,
her touch cool as riverwater,
her presence like dawn's dew
as if it were a gift fallen from heaven.
In her stillness, you see yourself.
Her waves don't crash,
they kiss the shore, your feet, your fears.
She flows to guide and not to flee,
her voice a lullaby of leaves and rain.
She washes away tears, doubts, unspoken fears...
She is what we seek
when hearts run dry,
when our souls are tired,
when hopes and dreams are burned to ashes.
Just a drop of her is a ripple of blessings.
She is like water.
She is mother.
