A Mother: Fire and Grace

Born into a world both harsh and cold,
She never knew a father's hold.
A mother’s arms meant to be near,
Yet she was left with only fear.

A house in name but not her own,
Where battles for her rights were sown.
She fought for books, for school, for light,
Yet labored hard from dawn to night.

She chose to teach, her heart so wise,
To spark young dreams in eager eyes.
Yet her own dreams lay torn apart,
A lawyer’s path left in the dark.

Her uncle’s scars still haunt her past,
The man who stole her hopes so fast.
Then came a dream, a love so bright,
A marriage wrapped in golden light.

But love soon cracked, its shine grew dim,
As vows were broken, piece by piece, by him.
A husband kind, yet bound by chains,
His love divided by old remains.

Still, she stood through storm and tide,
With silent strength and quiet pride.
Though trust was lost, her love stayed true,
For two small hands she clung unto.

She left her work, but found it again,
Through little hearts that called her name.
Their laughter healed what life had torn,
A mother’s love, her strength reborn.

Eight years passed, she healed, she grew,
Rebuilt her world in shades anew.
Yet ghosts returned, unchained, uncalled,
A wound once closed, yet still enthralled.

Again, the test of trust arose,
A cycle cruel of highs and lows.
Yet though betrayal cut so deep,
She stood with grace, her soul to keep.

She hides a sea of tales untold,
A heart of fire, yet soft as gold.
Through love and loss, she learned to fight,
A warrior bathed in endless light.