If only you knew
how much I love you—
not the kind that fades
when voices rise
or doors close hard,
but the kind that stays
even in silence.q
We clash like storms
because I see myself in you—
pieces of me
I never learned how to heal.
You may see your dad
when you look in the mirror,
but I see my heart
walking around in your chest.
I know that war inside you—
the mind pulling one way,
the heart another,
truth tangled up
in pain and pride.
If I had understood back then
what I know now,
I would have held on tighter,
spoken softer,
chosen better roads
for both of us.
You were a beautiful baby,
you are a beautiful man,
even on the days
the world only sees your anger.
They don’t see
your loyalty,
your fire,
your way of loving
so deeply it hurts.
You learned that love
comes with conditions,
that loyalty breaks
with a cost—
but that wasn’t who you were,
it was what you were shown.
And I was the one
who showed you.
I gave you ways to escape
instead of ways to heal—
a quiet I thought would help,
that only made the noise louder.
That truth lives in me now,
heavy and honest.
Still—
if love could fix everything,
you and your siblings
would walk on clouds
and never touch pain again.
I watch from a distance now,
holding memories
of rocking you to sleep,
wishing I could go back,
just once more,
to tell you
you were always enough.
I am still here.
I will always be here.
Even if all I can be
is a place you land
when the world gets too heavy.
And I will wait—
for a day
where we sit together again,
not broken,
not angry,
just family.
Maybe someday
we’ll all feel it the same—
this love
that never left.
My Heart
Mom