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From Earth to Sun: A Single Mother’s Bloom - Every scar a root, every day a bloom.
She planted herself in hard ground, where shadows lingered and rain rarely fell—raising her children and rebuilding her world all on her own. These poems trace her journey from the heavy earth of hardship, betrayal, and quiet grief, all…
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…no brilliant glow to paint the ground — just soft, flat light and mist that lingers long, where even the birds forget their song. But I hold fast the gold within my bloom, wear it bright against the heavy gloom. Clouds may veil the sun and cool the air, they cannot steal the colour I can wear. My petals catch whatever light there is, turn faint rays into something warm and his — warmth enough to keep my children fed, hope enough to lift my weary head. Grey days come and go, but gold remains, proof that beauty lives through clouds and rains. I shine my best when skies refuse to clear — golden heart, steady, bright, and here.