07/29/2025
they say the umbilical cord is cut at birth
but any mom will tell you,
it never really is.
because when her child cries,
her chest tightens.
when they’re in pain,
she feels it in her bones.
and when they’re happy,
her soul lights up.
there’s a cord they can’t see-
woven from love, worry, instinct, and prayer.
it pulls her out of sleep at 2 a.m.
it whispers, “check on them,”
even when they’re grown.
it’s why she still tears up watching them walk away.
why she still says, “drive safe,” like it’s a prayer.
why she still lays awake, heart wide open,
loving them across time and distance.
because motherhood doesn’t end.
not at the hospital.
not at graduation.
not ever.
no matter how far they go,
a piece of her always goes with them.
🤍
