Mom ♥️

i know you,

your kind heart,

breaking bones for bread

you won’t eat. and

sometimes, your glassy eyes splinter—

for the hurt and turmoil you’ve endured

but you say little or nothing altogether.

i know your faith, your Anchor,

i’ve seen you rest on Him through storms. i know your hope, it’s rooted in the depths of your soul and oh...my! how you contend for it.

i know i’ve not always been the best

but then i know you mom,

at least pieces of you and

you embody love.

Yours truly,

Shirlin.

28/12/2018