In a cloudy noonday, I walked down the road,
Where two lives unfolded, each carrying a load.
A mother, her heart torn, cried out in despair,
For her child in the shadows, lost in the air.
Her eyes bled with sorrow, a haunting refrain,
In a world cold and silent, where no help remained.
Yet deep in her anguish, a flicker of grace,
She knew they'd reunite in a warm, loving place.
On the other side, a mother laughed bright,
With her child by her side, everything felt right.
Good food on the table, the sun shining clear,
In a soft, cozy haven, with nothing to fear.
Two stories entwined in a single frame's view,
One of hardship and loss, one of comfort so true.
For life wears many faces, both joyful and stark,
A reminder that shadows can dwell in the heart.
So let us remember, as we travel our ways,
That each life holds a story, both night and day.
In the dance of existence, both struggles and cheer,