62 Years Dancing with the Soul

Mom,

you were born without a single drop of love.

Raised without hugs, without tenderness,

without a mother’s warmth to hold you.

No one ever cared for you the way you deserved.

No one ever told you it would be okay.

And still—somehow—

you found a way to give me love

without ever having received it.

Your hands arrived empty

because everything had been denied:

shelter, protection,

a real “I love you,”

the basic things that raise a child with care.

But your soul

managed to offer the impossible.

Your ways weren’t always perfect,

but your intention was immense and honest.

And that was enough.

Behind every gesture,

I always knew it was love that moved you—

imperfect love,

but deeply real.

Many would forget your story,

but I carry it tattooed in my soul.

Because every time I’m praised,

every time I shine,

every poem I write from the heart

carries your values,

planted in me like a force that never gives up.

These 62 years weren’t lost—

they were built with effort,

year by year,

to shape the woman I am today.

Because yes, Mom,

I am the result of your story.

And I wouldn’t change a thing.

Even when your love felt fragile,

for me, it was everything.

Thank you for teaching me

how to turn ashes into fire,

tears into rain,

and pain into purpose—

a purpose that now touches hundreds of hearts.

Thank you for the 62 years

you’ve gifted to this world—

for your laughter,

for your jokes that ignite every room.

Thank you for that radiant spirit

that turns a party into pure flame.

You are a goddess,

even if you forget it sometimes.

And yes—your life has mattered,

from the very beginning.

Even before I was born,

I had already chosen you.

I look at you as I always have:

with gratitude, tenderness, and no judgment.

I see you, Mom.

I always have.

But now,

I see you more clearly than ever.

Happy 62nd birthday.

If you hear my voice today,

know I’m shouting to the world

that you have a daughter

who admires you

and loves you beyond words.

Thank you for guiding me

without a map.

Thank you for not giving up

when it all seemed impossible.

And thank you for loving me

in that unique, powerful way

only you know how.

I love you, Mom.