Yet, She Blesses... Poem by WIN VENTURA

A mother lets go
with trembling hands,
while the child walks away
to new life, new lands.

She says, "Be happy, "
with tears she hides,
while oceans of sorrow
sleep in her eyes.

Once upon nights
she carried his fears,
measured his fever,
wiped away tears.

Her hunger could wait,
her sleep could break,
she lived her whole life
for her childrens sake.

But time changed softly,
as seasons do,
the child grew older
and distant too.

No calls in mornings,
no laughter shared,
only silence proving
how little he cared.

And the woman beside him
may think she has won,
by pushing away
A mother... from her son.

She may stop the visits,
the messages too,
keeping a mother far
from her child she once knew.

Yet the old heart stays quiet,
though shattered within,
for this mother speak blessings
even through pain.

Still karma is patient,
silent and deep,
it gathers the tears
that mothers weep.

One day 'that woman'
may stand at the door,
waiting for her son footsteps
that will come no more.

She too may learn
how silence can be,
when love is returned
with distance slowly.

Not revenge.
Not anger.
Not curses thrown in blame.
Just life turning circles,
and hearts learning pain.

And somewhere afar,
this mother still prays,
loving her son
through all the ache.

By -: WIN VENTURA