She carries silence
like a second skin -
hidden aches folded
between the laughter,
pains tucked beneath
the rhythm of her hands.
Her love is a language
without syllables,
a prayer whispered
into sleepless nights,
a sacrifice that blooms
in shadows, unseen.
The world sees her smile,
but not the weight
she trades for ours.
Her words unsaid
are the roots of our strength,
her quiet endurance
the shape of our tomorrow.
Today, we honor
the unseen,
the unspoken,
the unbroken.
like a second skin -
hidden aches folded
between the laughter,
pains tucked beneath
the rhythm of her hands.
Her love is a language
without syllables,
a prayer whispered
into sleepless nights,
a sacrifice that blooms
in shadows, unseen.
The world sees her smile,
but not the weight
she trades for ours.
Her words unsaid
are the roots of our strength,
her quiet endurance
the shape of our tomorrow.
Today, we honor
the unseen,
the unspoken,
the unbroken.
~ Copyright © EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 9 May 2026 - All Rights Reserved
