zip codes changing like the whispered secrets,
carrying her offspring’s dreams gently in her hands.
Her heart still wanders the home she once knew,
while new walls stand quiet,
waiting for the laughter, the light, the footprints... of memories yet to be made.
She has grown in years,
yet the child within still long for the comfort,
learning to navigate the ache of loss,
the emptiness that lingers in quiet corners.
And still she rises,
filling the void with small sparks of courage,
holding on to hope,
believing in the gentle glow...of the light at the end of the tunnel.
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