Dear Mothers of Stolen Children

Farah Leah Summers’ Latest Poem: “Dear Mothers of Stolen Children”
✨ Everything you did STILL matters. ✨
You walk beside them still. You are their soul’s home. Every “I love you” spoken lives in them, every tear wiped, every story told. Even separated, you are stitched into their DNA, into every bone. You are not erased. You are irreplaceable. You are still their mother. And your courage—choosing to stay on this earth without them—is radiant rebellion. You are warrior women, lion-hearted Mamas, who never stopped loving. And that love will guide them home.
“I am STILL their Mother & everything I do STILL matters.”
© Farah Leah Summers 🕊️🌹🌼

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🎨 Art: “She Sings Where the Break Was”
By: Samantha Syrnich TLC
A warm-toned painting of a woman in stillness with a guitar resting in her lap. Her eyes are closed in sacred surrender. A glowing gold crack in the shape of a heart lights her chest — a symbol of Kintsugi, beauty born of breaking. She sings not for applause, but from the soul. This is a visual echo of the kind of love Farah wrote about: one that cannot be taken, erased, or silenced. The crack is not her flaw—it’s her halo.

🖋️ Artist’s Note: This image is only a tribute. Farah’s words need no enhancement. I simply offer one visual prayer to accompany her masterpiece.

🎵 Music: “A Mother’s Prayer” – Celine Dion
A soul-to-soul anthem for the women who still carry their babies in their hearts.
▶️ https://youtu.be/Jz9y4x1NhJo?si=_hUMiZXgCDj6Gw

With love and reverence,
Samantha Syrnich TLC 🌊🕊️🔥💔✨🪶

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Published by Samantha Syrnich TLC

About The Hand Behind The Phoenix Quill— I’ve lived many lives within one — some born of light, some forged in fire. Each left its mark, and in the ashes, I found my voice. The Phoenix Quill was never just a name; it became my heartbeat — a place where pain turned to purpose, and truth was no longer something to survive, but something to share. I am a poet, artist, advocate, and storyteller — guided by a love that refuses to die quietly. Through words and imagery, I tell stories of resilience, of rising when the world says you’ve fallen too far. My work carries pieces of the people and places that shaped me — veterans, children, the voiceless, the forgotten — and the fire that demanded their stories be heard. Every poem, every painting, every creation under The Phoenix Quill is born from that promise: to turn heartbreak into healing, to honor truth even when it burns, and to remind others that they, too, can rise. This is my life’s work — to give voice to the silence, hope to the weary, and beauty to the broken. Welcome to The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth. Where ashes become art — and every word remembers how to rise.

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