A mother’s heart, In pieces,

All hope gone.

Quietly she sits, Reminiscing On the day it all went wrong.

Heart-crushing words,

Unthinkable—

Her whole world torn apart,

As the doctor said,

Apologetic, “We can’t hear the heart.”

Completely numb,

Bewildered,

She sits with a blank stare,

In total denial, Refusing To face her deepest fear

She cried out loud,

Unyielding,

As pain consumed her soul,

A boundless grief, Relentless,

She couldn’t quite control.

She grieved her child, In silence,

Each day a hidden ache,

And carried loss Within her,

A wound that wouldn’t break.

Some days it slept, So softly,

Just embers in her chest,

But then it flared, Unbidden,

A fire without rest.

Yet time moved on, A flicker—

A fragile, quiet glow,

A rainbow child, A promise

Through healing she would know.

A mother’s heart, Still mending,

With love born out of pain—

Where sorrow lives, And joy blooms,

As sunshine follows rain.