I Sold My Children

I Sold My Children

I sold my children to better their life,

In a world of hunger, despair, and strife.

Each tear I shed, a piece of my soul,

But I clung to hope to make them whole.

Their cries still haunt my restless nights,

A mother’s love turned into rights.

The law came down, the world grew cold,

For fifteen years, my story was told.

Behind the bars, they called me cruel,

A mother who broke the sacred rule.

But they didn’t see, they didn’t know,

The depths to which I had to go.

Now free, I seek the ones I lost,

To find their love, to weigh the cost.

But in their eyes, will love remain,

Or will I bear this endless pain?

Each moment lingers, etched in my mind,

I gave them up, believing love was blind.

I thought of their futures, the lives they could lead,

If only I knew how deep was the need.

I reach for their faces, for smiles so bright,

In the depths of my heart, I long for the light.

What stories unfold when we finally embrace?

Can love bridge the distance, reclaim our place?

How does a heart heal from horrors unbound?

Can silence embrace what the past has unwound?

I whisper their names to the moon's gentle glow,

Hoping they sense all the love I bestow.

With each step I take through the remnants of loss,

I cling to the memories, no matter the cost.

For love knows no bounds, nor chains can confine,

A mother’s devotion, forever divine.

So I wander in search of their warmth and their grace,

Longing to revel in their soft, sweet embrace.

For in this wide world, where dreams still may bloom,

A bond forged in love is my light in the gloom.