She makes me happy

What makes me happy?

Her face.

Her face that’s seen

So much turmoil, blood, sweat and tears

From a young age

til this today.

I can’t even image

How many nights she must have cried,

Wondered if she did the right thing,

Not for herself,

But for her kids,

For us.

Her smiling face is all the comfort I need,

All  the strength I seek,

And all the advice I will ever want.

Smile.

That’s what her face says.

Because the sacrifices are worth it,

The struggles, the pain, the self-doubt

Because through that

We have love.

That’s what I see

When I see her face.

She is love, she is strength,

She is my light.

She is my mother.

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