The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

She was never there in the delivery room,
yet her arms held steady through every storm.
No name on the birth certificate,
but in the heart, etched, unwavering, strong.

Mothers are woven not just through lineage,
but through love fierce enough to shape a soul.
A whisper of wisdom in sleepless nights,
a hand reaching out when the world feels cold.

The children who find us, by fate, by need,
crossing paths as strangers, leaving as kin.
Bound not by birth, but by something more profound,
a devotion that does not begin nor end.

To mother is to give without losing,
to be selfish enough to put another first.
Not just to nurture but to fortify
and teach that love is a force, unrehearsed.

So here’s to the mothers who arrived unexpectedly, held hands through heartbreak, and built futures from hope.
To every bonus child, every chosen love—
Happy Mother’s Day to those who mother beyond blood.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis