The storm of destruction may have passed,
But the damage it wrought will forever last.
The mother bears a heavy burden to bear,
For the loss of her child is too much to bear.

She walks through the fields of ashes and ruin,
Her heart is heavy with grief, her soul in ruin.
For the silent messenger has come and gone,
Leaving behind a void that cannot be undone.

Her child, once full of life and hope,
Now lies in eternal sleep, on a darkened slope.
Her tears fall like rain, in a steady stream,
As she mourns the loss of her cherished dream.

The storm of destruction may have passed,
But the damage it wrought will forever last.
The mother bears a heavy burden to bear,
For the loss of her child is too much to bear.

Her heart aches with a pain that will not cease,
As she longs for her child's warm embrace.
The world around her seems so empty and gray,
Since her child was taken away.

The storm of destruction may have passed,
But the mother's grief will forever last.
For the loss of her child is a wound that won't heal,
And the memories of their love are all that she feels.

She reaches out to touch the ashes and dust,
Hoping to feel her child's warmth and trust.
But there is nothing left, just an empty space,
And the mother is left with only memories to embrace.

As the sun sets on another lonely day,
The mother whispers to her child, so far away.
"I miss you more than words can say,
And I'll love you forever and a day."




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