Description
In the shadowed depths of memory's veil,
Lies a tale of sorrow, a heart-wrenching tale.
Of a grandmother lost, in the chill of the night,
Her unborn child, a flicker of light.
No photographs to capture her face,
No recordings to echo her grace.
Yet, in the whispers of time's gentle breeze,
I feel her presence, like a soft caress.
She would have loved me, I'm sure she would,
With melodies sweet, she'd hum if she could.
Her arms would have held me, in tender embrace,
If only fate had granted her grace.
My father, a mere child of five,
Lost his mother, barely alive.
He wept for the loss, his heart torn apart,
A pain that would linger, aching in his heart.
Now she dwells among the stars above,
A celestial beacon, radiating love.
But my heart still aches, for the life she missed,
For the chance denied, by fate's cruel twist.
In the depths of sorrow, my father wept,
For the mother he loved, so tenderly kept.
He vowed to change, to make things right,
To ensure no other suffered such plight.
So on this day, as tears may fall,
I remember her, standing tall.
And I vow to cherish, to love and to care,
For all the mothers, everywhere.
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