“I miss you though we have never met.” A poem about motherhood, longing, and the invisible threads that connect us across generations.

This is not a quiet poem. It’s a reckoning. A powerful reflection on rage, resistance, and the moment when silence is no longer an option.

I watch my friend become a shell Of herself. Her husband, once charmed By her effervescence Now finds her zest for life inconvenient, unaligned with how he imagined his wife.