In the depths of despair, the truth was found,
My uncle’s search, with hope unbound.
Amidst the wreckage, a heartbreaking sight,
My mother’s lifeless form, hidden from light.
But then, a cry for help, a glimmer of hope, As they uncovered me, clinging to cope. Breastfeeding on her, in a moment so grim, The weight of loss, the pain within.
If this story touched you, give that like a lick, For the journey of grief, it’s a heavy pick. But in the midst of sorrow, we find a way, To share our truth, in every word we say.
