NAME: BASED ON MY BECOMING

I will tell you, my children, Of the days before you came, Of a love that bloomed quietly, Before it even had a name. I will tell you of her laughter, Of the light she brought to the room, Of how her hands fit perfectly Into mine, chasing away all gloom. I will tell you of us together, The dreams we whispered at night, The battles we fought, the tears we shed, And the endless joy that felt so right. And you will hear my journey, How I grew into the man I am today, Shaped by her love, by our shared life, Guided by her warmth in every way. Every story I tell, every memory shared, Will carry her presence, tender and true. For though she may not stand beside you now, Her spirit lives in the heart of you. So hear these tales, my dear little ones, Of laughter, of love, of trials overcome. For in knowing our story, you’ll also know The roots of the love that made us grow. And one day, when you tell your own, Let her name echo, proud and clear, For she is in every heartbeat, every smile, The mother I loved, the mother you hold dear.