Once you were so small
you fit easily within my hands.
Today you have grown so much
that even my arms cannot hold you the same way.
Back then my heart carried quiet worries,
wondering if I would make mistakes
while raising my son,
learning motherhood step by step.
Muttasi would smile at my anxious thoughts
and gently remind me,
“Children are all the same in this world—
sons and daughters alike.”
You were the youngest in our home,
showered with love from every corner.
Yet you never took advantage of that affection;
simplicity and kindness stayed with you.
Nineteen years have passed,
but a mother’s heart remains the same—
filled with care, pride, and quiet joy.
Stay happy always.
Never bring sorrow to another soul.
Whenever you can, lend a helping hand,
for humanity still lives in such acts.
My only prayer is simple:
may life treat you kindly,
and may I always see you smiling
as you walk your own path in this world.
~ Dawn
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