In shadows cast by stress’s might,
Parental conflict takes its flight.
In hearts once warm, now tempers flare,
And children’s innocence left bare.
Through tears, they see their world divide,
As strife and tension coincide.
Their tender souls, like fragile glass,
Bearing scars from conflict’s mass.
Yet hope can mend these wounded hearts,
With love and patience, brand-new starts.
For in the calm of understanding’s gaze,
Parental stress can find its haze.
Let empathy and compassion bloom,
To heal the scars, to banish gloom.
For in their love, a strength they’ll find,
To soothe the storms and bind the mind.
