Through suffering, I walk the shadowed path,A thorn-strewn road that breaks me down.Pain carves its name upon my soul,Bringing me low, bringing me near the ground. But from my knees, I lift my gaze—To heaven’s throne, to mercy’s light.I whisper prayers through silent tears,“Lord, please, a miracle tonight.” In weakness, I find strength anew,When I reach for hands that love me true.My brother stands, no longer far,His heart now close—my guiding star. My sisters’ eyes, they shine with grace,Their care a balm I can’t replace.Their patience wraps around my days,In quiet love, in countless ways. And oh, my children—my heart’s own flame,How deep my love, how sweet your name.If time…