To My Mother You who breathed life into a hollow place and stood tall and proud as it was filled and stretched with the sound of a new heartbeat. Who held the hands that swam inside you and watched the first of many cords be cut but smirked at the realization that some between you and those you carried will never be severed. You who frosted the cakes and stirred the oats and blew on the spoons when too much heat swirled upon them. Who told the stories and read the books and filled in the details with the voices and sounds of magic and mystery; who always put herself last, so that so many others could understand the way it feels to be first. Who grew tears in her eyes but never let them fall. You who sang the alphabet and packed the lunch and killed the spiders and fastened the seatbelts and washed the dishes and folded mountains of laundry without ever bothering to plant her flag at the top to show the world the effort it takes to survive a day. Who kissed the scrapes and healed the aches and always knew what colour popsicle would soothe a throbbing throat the fastest. You, The mother the strongest, most vibrant and perfectly dutiful mother Thank you, Thank you All my love.... a heartbroken Diane💔 (Tyler Knott Gregson)