Mother To Son

Come sit, my child, and hear me well,

For life’s no tale the smooth roads tell.

The path I’ve walked was rough and steep,

With dreams to sow and wounds to keep.

There were days the sky forgot to shine,

Nights I traded tears for time.

Shoes wore thin on gravel ground,

But I pressed on — I never bowed down.

I’ve climbed through storms that blocked the light,

Fought shadows deep into the night.

Not every door was kind or wide,

But still I stood, and stepped inside.

You’ll find your own hills, sharp and tall,

The world may scoff, may watch you fall.

But don’t you quit when things go wrong —

You come from fire, you come from strong.

So when you stumble, hurt or cry,

Look up, my son — you were born to try.

My voice will echo in your chest:

Keep climbing, love. Don’t even.

Write By M.Sudais.