They don’t see the way I still count time
In what should have been your firsts
First steps, first words, first day of school
They only see the quiet
The empty spaces where you should be
But I am still a mom
In the way I hold your name
like something sacred on my tongue
In the way my heart still reaches for you
Without asking permission
In the way love refuses to unlearn you
I am still a mom
When I wake up and remember
And when I go to sleep
And feel the weight of your absence
Settle gently beside me
There are no small hands to hold,
No laughter echoing through the house
No toys scattered across the floor
And yet, there is a love so loud
It fills every silence you left behind
I mother you in memories,
In whispers no one else can hear
In the quiet rituals of missing you
On ordinary days that still carry your shape
They may not see it
They may not understand it
But motherhood is not undone by loss
It is carved deeper
Stronger
Eternal
So even without your footsteps
Even without your voice
I am still your mom
And I always will be