In shadows of a smiling guise she weaves,
A tale of sorrow, heartache that conceals.
Beneath the surface, a river of tears,
In a home where hope seems to disappear.
Yet, in her eyes, a glimmer persists,
A silent plea, a yearning for twists.
Through the pain, a strength unfolds,
A tale of resilience, courage untold.
Let hope sprout like a flower in the rain,
Embracing her heart, soothing the pain.
In the darkest hour, stars still shine,
A reminder that brighter days align.
For every soul that weeps in despair,
There’s a sunrise, a moment to repair.
Hold her hand through the stormy weather,
Together, weave a tapestry of hope forever.