A Mother is like the Sea

A mother’s love is like the sea.

Yet even the sea can be rough

Her waves do not splash evenly.

Sometimes, they pull away,

making you wade deeper,

wanting more.

Sometimes, she crashes

spraying salt into the air

and then pulling everything under.

But even in those currents,

her love remains.

Messy.

Imperfect.

Bobbing with worry and weariness,

yet carried by devotion.

She can shimmer in sunlight,

or churn in storms.

She holds shipwrecks

and secrets.

She is shaped by the moon

,tugged in directions

she didn’t choose.

A mother’s love is not flawless.

It falls on the edge of her humanness,

but it is tough.

Unstoppable.

The kind of love

that teaches us to keep going —

no matter how many times

the waves push us back.