Mothers,the heroes of our world.
They do not wear medals,
yet carry the weight of generations in their arms.
They give birth to us,
breastfeed us to make us grow,
and guide us through our upbringing
to become decent humans.
This is not a duty.
It is a calling etched into bone,
sung in lullabies,
whispered in sleepless nights.

They hold our hands through fear,
stand behind us in silence
as we claim our own voice.
They teach without needing to speak
---
in sacrifice, in patience,
in the quiet courage of staying
when everything tells them to rest.

Time touches them first,
but they remain unshaken
so that we can stand.

Their strength is not in conquest,
but in creation.
Not in force,
but in love without limit.

Mothers,the heroes of our world--
not forgotten,
never replaced.
They are the beginning,
and often,the reason
we keep going.