The golden son of a single mother
A golden son, he walks with steady stride,
His heart a mirror of his mother’s might.
Through years of struggle, she’s been by his side,
A beacon burning bright through endless night.
Her hands, though worn, have molded him with care,
Each lesson whispered through the weight of time.
She wore her burdens lightly, unaware
Of how her strength would lift him so sublime.
He sees her weariness, the tears she hides,
Yet in her eyes, a spark that will not die.
A love unspoken, deep where silence bides,
She gave him wings and taught him how to fly.
To her, this son will ever be the one,
The golden gift, her battle’s hard-won son.
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