Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Dim light paints the evening scene.
She sits alone, a single mom
With burdens akin to shadows
Always behind her in dreams deferred
Each day is a battle,
In long stretches of despair,
For her child, she tirelessly strives,
Yet the bills persist, a relentless climb.
The meager check, a fleeting friend,
Electric hums a grim reminder of bills to come
Water runs cold, a cruelly true metaphor
As warm tears fall on her child’s bed
In the gaze of her baby’s eyes, love ignites
Navigating storms, her spirit will clash
In her strength, a tale of resilience and will
You, the silent hero, keep your vigil.
