Your Triumph

Upon the mirror's dance, two dice in sway,

One, your mother's smile, genuine and bright,

The other, a shadow, in the night's array,

A father's struggle, an ongoing fight.

In battles unseen, within mirrors confined,

Their strife unfolds, a silent war,

Yet in your gaze, a plea defined,

Let your mother triumph, I implore.

In tandem, they hang, a delicate feat,

Symbols suspended, a familial blend,

Yet within this tableau, conflicts discreet,

The struggle persists, a story to mend.

In their silent clash, let your mother rise,

Her smile a beacon, a resilient glow,

May victories unfold beneath her eyes,

As shadows fade, let her triumph grow.

Through the turmoil, find strength to glean,

Embrace the light your mother wears,

In her resilience, let hope convene,

For victories forged in love repairs.