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.