A Heart of Rock

Her soul was wrecked, her body weak
when she heard the cry of her first son
He came in premature by a week
Ah his face was bright like a sun

He was her part, she did not sell
As she passed all eyes did stare
She felt stuck inside a cell
As she left him on the church stair

Now in her life everything is right
An affectionate husband and child one
Heaps of happy stories to write
Tons of accolades she won

She may look selfish and mean
For his cradle, not ever did she rock
All the wealth and joy nothing did they mean
For her heart has turned to rock

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Roshni Thomas

Roshni is a software architect and a mother of a 10-year-old. She has a hidden passion for writing. It is her way of unwinding.

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