05/11/2026
Today is for the mothers whose lullabies became prayers,
whose kisses never had enough time to linger,
and whose love had nowhere to land... yet still grew endlessly.
Some mothers hold their children in their arms.
Some carry them in memories,
in dreams, in aching hearts.
Both are mothers.
Let us hold space for the women smiling through grief, loving someone the world may never fully see,
mourning a life that changed theirs forever.
You are still a mother.
You always will be.
Forever loved. Forever yours. 🤍
~× Madame Yve
