In shadows cast, a tale unfolds, Of love that’s pure, yet pain takes hold. A gay child’s heart, so tender, true, With a husband by his side, in love they grew.

But in his mother’s eyes, a cloud resides, Her acceptance falters, love’s light subsides. The son, he yearns for love’s embrace, To see her eyes reflect love’s grace.

Yet, deep within her heart, a fear, A world unknown, it’s not so clear. Traditions grip, they hold her tight, Blinding her from love’s gentle light.

In quiet corners, tears are shed, A son’s heart aching, words left unsaid. He dreams of days when love would soar, When he and his husband she’d adore.

He paints a world, where love transcends, Where hearts unite, and judgment ends. A place where love is just the same, No matter who we choose to claim.

He longs to hear her say, “I see, The love you share, it’s meant to be.” To feel her arms around them both, A mother’s love, an oath to growth.

In patience, he will persevere, With love so strong, there’s naught to fear. For time may heal, hearts can amend, And bridges built can truly mend.

So let us hope that one sweet day, A mother’s love will light the way. Her heart will open, wide and free, Embracing love’s diversity.

For in this tale, a truth resides, Love knows no bounds, it gracefully glides. And though the journey may be tough, Love conquers all, it’s strong enough.