Through The Storm
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.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sat 16th Nov 2024 10:51
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