In the silence of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows dance with whispered fears,
A mother’s love, though fractured, seems
To echo through the silent years.

Her eyes, like storms, unveil the night,
Yet hide the warmth of morning’s glow.
In whispered tales of past and plight,
The seeds of love she could not sow.

Beneath the weight of time’s cruel hand,
Her heart, a maze of tangled threads,
Seeks solace in a distant land,
Where tender words are left unsaid.

Yet in the cracks of broken trust,
A fragile hope begins to bloom.
For in the dust of dreams unjust,
There lies a promise to exhume.