You—

my silent warrior.

You think.

You feel.

You know.

And I see you.

I always see you.

I see your strength.

You hide your pain—

but not from me.

Never from me.

You are my moon.

From the moment you were born,

you were strong.

You learned fast.

You reacted fast.

You don’t speak much.

But I feel you.

And I see you.

You are a light

some may not appreciate.

But to those who matter—

you will always shine.

You carry weight when you speak,

even though you think you don’t.

You are intelligent.

Already so wise.

You ask questions,

and I answer.

I love you

so much.

And if it ever gets hard—

if the world grows heavy,

if you feel like staying silent…

Just remember:

Even silent warriors

have mothers

they run to.