Unheard Lullaby

Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful moms 💛💥💫

today i’d love to honor all the mothers who lost their babies and are still silently grieving.

for women who know they’re pregnant, about 10 to 15 in 100 pregnancies (10 to 15 percent) end in miscarriage. Most miscarriages happen in the first trimester before the 12th week of pregnancy. Miscarriage in the second trimester (between 13 and 19 weeks) happens in 1 to 5 in 100 (1 to 5 percent) pregnancies.

miscarriage is a traumatic event which affects every woman differently, but can lead to grief, anxiety, depression, and even symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

Unheard Lullaby

i wonder, where little babies go
after being taken away from you
to heaven, they say
to heaven, i pray

i wonder, will angels hold them close
wrap around their wings with love overdose
maybe they will, some say
yes they will, i pray

i wonder, will God sing them a lullaby
as dads prepared them an unheard lullaby
i’m sure God will, i say
i’m sure God will, i pray

our hearts are aching for you
our little baby, you just flew
we know you’re in a happy place
in God’s loving face

we will still sing you
the unheard lullaby
dad prepared for you

Untitled (Maritess Javelona CSA-B, 2022)

@poetrybymich 💛

second in the series of poems from the creative writing workshop i conducted last May 6.

how do you express Mother’s love in words?

here is a Hiligaynon (Bisayan people inhabiting Panay and part of Negros, Philippines) poem that speaks so well of a mother’s love to her daughter 💛


Untitled (Maritess Javelona CSA-B, 2022)

Ginbugtawan kaagahon,       
Gintulugan kagab-ihon
Ginbatas ang kauhawon 
Ginpunggan ang kailihi-on

Di malamukan, ‘di malangawan
Ginpulawan, ginbantayan 
Mahamu-ok nga katulugon
Lapsag padakuon asta maglamharon

Oras nagkulang sa ulubrahon, nagbilbil ang tyan
Na sentro ang kabuhi sa kalingawan sang tanan
Kakapoy kag katuyo tanan  ang napahiran
Amo ini ang gugma nga indi matupungan


Eyes I forcibly open
Upon hearing her cries.
Getting used to darkness,
room structure etched in my mind. 

Hands grope for milk
Voice cracks to hum a lullaby.
Fragile infant in my arms
the decision I do not regret.

Not a mosquito nor a fly 
escapes my telescopic eyes
so as not to disturb my angel
from sleeping as she smiles.

I have only two hands for routines
But my mind stretches enough
to balance wok and home chores
My thoughts of her sees me through 

Layering of my figure, I do not mind  
For my dreams are centered only for her.
Hence, my weary body recharges
Seeing her smiles, hearing her cries.

What I have clearly unfolded
is the illustration of a mother’s love
True indeed is the line of the song 
and I quote “I will never forget my own.”

Ehsan’s Story


Some people would say that children bear the consequences of their parents’ actions. Those people would be wrong. Children are the consequences of their parents’ actions. Everything they become is a direct result of everything their parents have done.

Ehsan had both of his parents growing up. This wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

From one of them, Ehsan learned cruelty. From the other, martyrdom. Watching them together taught him from a very young age that sometimes tearing a family apart is the only way to save the people in it. That, even so, there are people who would rather suffer every day than leave behind their children to break all alone.


And that there were children who, no matter how much pain they received in the past, managed to teach themselves to never give the same pain back to its source.


The last one Ehsan learned from himself.


Read more true and inspiring stories of ABUSE and VIOLENCE in my book “After Rain Skies”, ebook copy available at KOBO.COM




I salute all the wonderful MOMS for patiently and painstakingly providing and making a home where good people can grow.

And as we celebrate Mother’s Day, let us remember and include in our prayers, the children who were not lucky enough to have mothers and who are victims of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE