Peter and Voula

Peter always knew he was meant for fame

From a young age, he would prance and proclaim

Acting out scenes from his favorite shows

His mother, Voula, watched with love that glows

He would dress up in her finest clothes

Red lipstick and pearls, her little star arose

But as he grew older, his talent was scarce

No skill, no training, just charm and his square

His mother, so kind, defended him still

Seeing the good in him, through thick and thin

But as he lounged around all day

Realization struck, his dream slipping away

Voula, wise and beautiful, knew the importance of unity

Together they struggled, a family in adversity

Years passed and Peter's dream had died

But his mother, his rock, stood by his side

He found a job, with her guidance and care

A salesman, he excelled, climbing up the corporate stairs

His charm and determination, a surprising mix

But his mental health, it took its toll, a dangerous fix

Gender confusion, a constant battle

Fantasy or reality, his mind would rattle

Peter was left transparent and raw

Unable to work, struggling with what he saw

But Voula, his mother, stood by him through it all

Their bond, unbreakable, would never fall

Now all they have is each other to lean on

A love so strong, it shines like the sun

Peter may not have achieved stardom's grace

But with his mother's love, he found his rightful place

In her embrace, he found his peace

Together they'll face life's trials, their love will never cease.