In the shadow of Vesuvius’ fiery rain,
Lies a poignant tale of loss and pain,
A mother and child, frozen in time,
Unearthed in Pompeii’s tragic prime.

Nearly two millennia buried deep,
Their story emerges from death’s sleep,
A bond eternal, a love so true,
In the face of disaster, their spirits grew.

The heartbreaking tale of this duo embraced,
By ash and sorrow, by death encased,
In Pompeii’s final, fateful hour,
They stood together, love a tower.

The global community, stunned and shaken,
By this glimpse of a world forsaken,
A mother’s embrace, a child’s fear,
Captured in Pompeii’s silent tear.

Their figures cast in ash and stone,
A testament to a love unknown,
Through time’s relentless, unforgiving hand,
Their story echoes across the land.

In the ruins of Pompeii’s ancient plight,
Their presence whispers in the night,
A mother’s love, a child’s trust,
Preserved in ash, in sorrow’s crust.

As we gaze upon this tragic scene,
We glimpse a bond, unbroken, serene,
A mother’s arms, a child’s face,
A love that transcends time and space.

In the wake of Pompeii’s eruption’s roar,
Their tale resonates forevermore,
A mother and child, united in fate,
In death’s embrace, they await.