Happy Mother's Day
🌺 A Tribute to Our Beloved African American Mothers 🌺
To our mothers in their 20s, 40s, and over 60—
To the daughters who are becoming mothers,
To the sisters who stand in the gap,
To the wives who nurture with grace,
To the aunties who love like second moms,
To the cousins who carry the family spirit,
To the grandmothers whose wisdom is our foundation—
We see you. We honor you. We love you.
You are the heartbeat of our homes, the strength in our storms, and the light in our darkest hours. You carry generations on your shoulders with elegance, resilience, and unmatched love. You are the prayers of your ancestors answered, the dreams of your daughters unfolding, and the hope of your sons rising.
We adore you not just for what you do, but for who you are—divine reflections of God’s love, wrapped in beauty, brilliance, and boldness. You are our nurturers, our protectors, our teachers, and our warriors. You are the rhythm in our praise and the reason we keep pressing forward.
✨ Poem: “She Is” ✨
She is the hush of a lullaby in midnight’s hush,
The fire in a prayer when life feels too much.
She is the laughter in the kitchen, the wisdom in the room,
The rose that blooms even when there’s no room.
She is Sunday morning in a wide-brimmed hat,
The echo of “baby, you got this” when life falls flat.
She is the rhythm of gospel, the sway of the pew,
The strength of a people tried and true.
She is young and learning, seasoned and wise,
She is the tears we cry and the joy that never dies.
She is mother, sister, cousin, friend—
A sacred love that will never end.
📖 Scripture: Proverbs 31:25-28 (NIV)
"She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her."