Invincible
Thank you, mom.
Lighter worlds to live in,
feathers where rocks once were.
It is an easier time to be alive;
for all the heavy things you carried,
out of this you paved a way.
I know,
some were invisible,
some at times too much to bear.
How to ever repay a sacrifice,
one that in spite of it all,
you claimed as a gift?
How to measure
to all you’ve given?
The love. The patience.
The difficult wisdom acquired.
“Thank you” will never be enough,
and this I know too.
Two simple words
are not what you search for,
for everything you’ve given
has been given freely
like air.
But your eyes
are brighter
when those two words are heard.
How could I repay a miracle,
something I did not ask for
yet am eternally grateful for?
How else, strong one,
but to live,
and live as gracefully…
