Tapestry of Love and Hope

In the quiet of winter, as the cold winds blow. A mother sits

weavin', her heart all aglow. The loom softly whispers,

threads in a dance. But tonight it's the fire that captures her

glance. Flames flicker higher, casting shadows that sway. Lost in the

warmth, yet her heart drifts away. Thinking of moments, of laughter and

song. But now there's an emptiness where she belongs.

Oh, daughter, I weave you a tale, a tapestry of

dreams through the frost and the hail. With every thread pulled tight,