I want to express my deepest sympathy For the little girl you lost inside She used to be so forthcoming With such self worth and pride. Slowly tortured for years on end By strangers, herself and even friends She eventually decided to just walk away She wasn't meant for this earthly decay But in her withered oppressed soil She grew another that was rich as oil Rich in joy and sent from above So small and fragile -Full of undeniable love. She grew from her mothers sorrow and pain Ready to grow strong and able to sustain She breathes life into her moms tragedy But only ones close to her can see How truly precious this baby came to be She looks at her mom with unspoken words and says "with my deepest sympathy".
This is not my poem. My wife wrote it because she was inspired to do so by reading through HP. Thank you all for inspiring both my wife and I!