A Praying Mother
In stillness, hands folded, eyes closed,She weaves hope with each breath composed.Morning light through curtains drawn,Blessings upon her child, newborn.Gentle words to the sky ascend,Wishes for joy that never end.Her heart, a silent, steadfast drum,Beats with prayers that overcome.Each plea, a shield in life’s vast fight,Crafted in whispers of the night.Strength from her spirit, softly…