A barren womb, a heart so hollow.

A barren womb, a heart so hollow,

A longing so deep, a sorrow to follow,

The taste of tears, the sound of silence,

The smell of emptiness, a painful defiance.

But a spark ignites, a tiny flame,

A life growing, a new hope to claim,

The sight of a bump, a feeling so right,

The touch of a hand, a love taking flight.

But the hope is fleeting, the pain so real,

The sound of a heartbreak, a loss to deal,

The touch of emptiness, the smell of despair,

The sight of a lifeless body, a pain to bear.

One child lost, then another and another,

The taste of bitterness, a life to smother,

The sound of a cry, a mother's lament,

The touch of a grief, a heart's torment.

But still she stands, her spirit so strong,

The taste of resilience, a life so long,

The sound of a heart beating, a hope that endures,

The touch of a faith, a love that ensures.

For in her heart, a love still burns,

A taste of motherhood, a hope that returns,

The smell of a future, a promise to keep,

The sight of a legacy, a love so deep.