It’s been seven months since you’ve been gone, Seven months since I last saw your face. Seven months since I watched you smile, Since I heard your laughter fill this place.
Seven months since I saw your tears, Since I held your pain in my embrace. Seven months since you begged me, Begged for release, for one last grace.
Seven months since your voice faded, Since your lips whispered goodbye. Seven months since I lost my world, Since I broke but refused to cry.
My dear son, my other half, The heart that once beat with mine. You made my days feel whole again, With every "Mama," every sign.
I lost you—my breath, my joy, my home, I was left in darkness, in despair. Until vengeance called my trembling hands, To silence the one who never cared.
I did what grief demanded, I poisoned pain, I poisoned fate. Yet even as the house stood clean, My heart remained suffocate.
Then came the knock, the trembling sound, A fragile cry, a tiny voice. A child abandoned, left in trust, A pleading mother’s final choice.
She held the weight of sorrow too, Yet chose to give, to set me free. She gave me hope, she gave me light, She gave me reason, she gave me Bless.
Now seven months turn into dawn, As sunlight breaks through window panes. I open what was once shut tight, And walk again through life's remains.
For I have found my path again, Not through revenge but love renewed. The past may whisper, but today I choose— To live, to love, to start anew.
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