In the heart of coal dust and midnight,
where shadows dance with echoes of picks and hammers,
there she stood, my mother, a miner of dreams.
A silhouette against the indigo canvas,
a survivor of the dark, where cancer tried to claim
what the earth, in its depths, could not yield.
Single-handedly she forged a home,
a crucible of resilience, an alchemy of love.
In the quiet roar of tunnels, she found her song.
Independence, her pickaxe,
strength, her lantern in the uncharted passages.
A trailblazer in the blackened corridors of adversity.
Her hands, once stained with the soil of toil,
became a canvas for tales of endurance,
etched in lines that told stories only I could read.
She, the architect of my roots,
sowed seeds of tenacity in the coal-strewn soil.
I, the sapling of her unwavering will.
In the hushed whispers of subterranean secrets,
she spoke of rising above, like coal dust on a breeze.
Her spirit was a flame that no mine could extinguish.
Two years have passed a mere blink
in the chronicles of eternal coal seams.
Yet, her light lingers, a guiding lantern in my darkness.
She was the miner, the survivor,
the single mother who sculpted my tomorrows.
In the silence of her absence, I hear the echoes of her strength.
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Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within
PoetryEmbark on a journey into the depths of the human spirit with Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within by Royce Earnest Rasmussen. In this captivating collection of poetry, Rasmussen delicately weaves words into intricate tapestries of emotion, invit...