To the mom with an extra seat at the table.
To the mom with empty arms today.
To the mom with a vacant seat in the car.
To the mom with a hole in her heart.
To the mom who sobs on their birthday.
To the mom who clings to clothing late at night.
To the mom whose life never quite feels complete.
To the mom who makes it through each hour.
To the mom who holds tighter to those around.
To the mom who loves harder now.
To the mom who falls to her knees.
To the mom who finds strength somehow.
To the mom whose loss seems more than she can bear.
To the mom who stands each day anyway.
To my fellow bereaved mothers. Thank you for sharing your stories. I’m so sorry this is our journey. I see you. I love you. You make me feel less alone.
To those that love and support us. Thank you. Texting, prayers, drop by’s, treats, stories of our child, hugs, they sustain us and provide hope. We love you.
Rory Ann Moore Foundation 