Mothers Day Poem

You carried the weight without asking for praise,

Turned ordinary hours into love-soaked displays.

With hands that could heal and a voice that could calm,

You gave every sun lit day a more beautiful balm.

You didn’t ask for medals, or banners, or cheers. 

Just space to be soft, 

and the grace to shift gears.

And still, you stayed grounded 

through chaos and climb,

Turning stretch marks and silence 

into the greatest living poems of all time.

You mother with muscle, you mother with calm exude,

You mother through silence, through sleep, through homecooked food.

You mother with texts at the oddest of hours,

With notes in the lunchbox and eucalyptus lavender showers.

They say love is loud… but yours is composed.

It lingers in rooms long after they’ve closed.

So light up your candle, your bath, or your bowl,

You’ve earned every ritual that’s made you feel whole.

You’ve earned every gummy, 

each exhale that unwinds,

And every sacred inhale that settles your mind.

Daytime Chronic Crystals for focus and flow,

For getting things done without rushing the glow.

No fog, just finesse with a bright citrusy high,

That doesn’t steal time, 

it just softens the why.

You still make the meeting, 

you still take the call,

But with one tiny crystal pack, you carry it all.

And when night starts to hum and your thoughts start to spin,

You reach for that jar and let Bliss Sleep Gummies tuck you in.

Not to forget, but to finally release…

Because mothering’s not just the picking up shoes,

It’s carrying heartbreak and knowing the news.

It’s answering questions that don’t have replies,

And still building magic from coffee and cries.

You feel your own pulse and remember again:

You are not just a caretaker, cook, or a guide,

You’re the keeper of the cosmos that flickers inside.

You are STILL that wild woman,

 the healer, the flame,

The soul who existed…. before they knew your name.

So pour out your tincture, 

unwrap your pre-roll,

Turn music up loud and just let yourself stroll.

You’ve earned this release, this full-body sigh,

The freedom to rest without needing to try.

Not as a break from the life that you lead,

But a return to the you that you actually need.

You’ve earned every moment, 

each plant-powered blend,

The rituals you keep like a well-seasoned friend.

The tea you sip slow, the clouds that you chase,

The way you reclaim your own tempo, your space.

Because no one quite loves like a mother who feels,

Who holds ancient knowledge that no book reveals.

Who knows when to speak and when just to stay,

Who also can mothers in hundreds of wordless ways.

For the strength in your softness, the wild in your calm,

For holding their meltdowns and still being the sunny balm.

For loving through doubt, and for never un-choosing,

For staying alive when the world felt like losing.

For the rituals you’ve built when you’re running on fumes,

And still managed to bloom in impossible rooms.

So here’s to the mothers who soften the day,

Who find their own peace in a plant-powered way.

May your bowls be sacred, your gummies divine,

May your mornings feel spacious, your evenings sublime.

May you never forget that you are the whole show,

The reason they flourish, the calm in their glow.

You’re not just the heart… you’re the soul, and the spine.

You are power and presence. 

You’re strong. 

You’re kind.