In shadows cast by fleeting time
A woman strives, her path defined.
To be a mom, a guiding light,
Though echoes fade into the night.
She dreams of lullabies untold,
In the arms where love unfolds.
But fate, it plays a fickle game,
And whispers sorrow, grief, and pain.
With every heartbeat, silent cries,
Echo through the starlit skies.
For dreams deferred, too late to sow,
In grief's embrace, she comes to know.
Yet in her heart, a flame still burns,
A mother's love, though fate adjourns.
Though tears may fall, and dreams may flee,
Her spirit soars, eternally free.
For in the echoes of her song,
Her love endures, forever strong.
Though she may never hold her own,
Her love, a beacon, brightly shone.
To every child in need of care,
Her love extends, beyond compare.
Though fate may twist, and time may flee,
In her love, they'll always be.
