The beauty of motherhood

i couldn't watch her, into her eyes

tears were falling like rain

making atmosphere even more tense

i could tell she was heartbroken

who wouldn't be

seeing their child in such a pain

having to see their child go through such a pain

even i was scared

i, however, did not cry

at least not in front of the mass

i had to stay strong

for her, for everyone

but most importantly, for myself

but when i was left alone

i cried, i blamed myself

i was scared

i didn't know what to do

it was very terrifying

but i overcame

because she was there

she became my support to walk

she fed me, she was there besides me

she was always there and she will always be

like i will always be for her