A Mother's Lament

I dream of snowflakes they are each identical my mind is frozen Two-years-old and contorted, monstrously white-eyed, bloody-lipped and snorting, gasping for air, as in drowning, but there is no welcome, wishing-well's water. Do you seek the warm, languid liquid of your benign, pre-birthed beginnings from which you were mistakenly and recklessly released? What teeth-gnashing ghoul would bring such a pitiful, helpless, hapless, innocent creature into a world of screeching suffering? Autumn smiles in kaleidoscope colors, tossing rainbows through the trees upon little gusts of laughing giggles. Every shimmering, shaded hue has cart-wheeled to the peaceful riot. My precious son communes with every chirp, cluck and click, as rivers deftly dance to the bouncing beat of his steady footfalls. He looks to the squinting sun and smiles, with a wink. I look to the horizon with foul, hatred-filled breath and curse the conniving clouds that await. gran mal seizure seeds horizontal trees are born nature's brain misfired