Sacrifice's Silent Symphony
In the quiet hours of dawn,
When the world sleeps sound and still,
Parents rise with weary eyes,
Driven by the will to live,the will to change.
Their dreams, once bright and bold,
Are set aside with tender care,
For the hopes they hold within,
Are now for children everywhere.
Scarred hands and tired smiles,
Bear the weight of endless days,
Laboring through trials and miles,
Paving futures in unseen ways.
Each sacrifice a silent song,
Of love that knows no end,
Nurturing young hearts to be strong,
So their dreams can ascend.
They toil through nights and days,
With a vision pure and clear,
Hoping their children find the ways,
To a life without fear.
For every dream they let go,
A new one in their child's eyes grows,
Parents' silent symphony,
In every success, it shows.
So as the children chase the stars,
And reach heights unforeseen,
They carry with them in their hearts,
The echoes of a sacrifice serene.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
Copyright 2024
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