These are not poems
about text messages.
They are poems
about what survives them.
About a mother
who laughed
because crying
had already asked
too much of her.
About children
worth fighting for.
About grief
that never stopped
being love.
About silence
that became
stronger than shouting.
If you are looking
for a villain,
you may miss the point.
If you are looking
for a survivor,
she is here—
not in the screenshots,
but in the woman
who lived long enough
to turn them
into poetry.
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