NOTHING IS PERMANENT
"It's a boy," they rejoiced at last
She held him close, her tears fell fast.
At fifty, God's will had come to be
Her longing heart was finally free.
Days faded to weeks, weeks to months
The boy, her gem, began to bloom.
Months turned to years in swift pursuit
She watched him grow, her love resolute.
Yet as he grew, her joy grew thin
The warmth he gave began to dim.
Time, like a thief, stole his love for her
Stories they become all that fun they shared.
He married, settled, found his way
Her world collapsed, now cast away.
The mother’s wisdom, once so prized
Was now ignored, no longer prized.
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