Mother’s Son Love

She used to hold his little hands as if the whole world could fit between her fingers and his.
When he fell, she didn’t just lift him she taught him how to rise.
When he dreamed, she stayed awake, praying those dreams would find him someday.
Years went by.
The boy became a man, chasing light in cities far away.
But every success still felt empty until he shared it with her voice on the phone
the same voice that once called him in for dinner, now asking if he’s eaten at all. He hides his tiredness, she hides her tears.
He says he’s fine, she says she’s proud and between those few words lies a lifetime of love.

Because a mother never stops waiting,
and a son never truly leaves.
Their hearts stay tied in invisible threads
not bound by time, not by distance
but by something the world cannot name.That quiet, eternal thing we simply call
Mother’s Son Love