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The Lost Daughter
“The Lost Daughter” Thursday walked through the doors on a Tuesday She sat in the Waiting Room, the place smelled too sterile, Antiseptic wash, rank clean with soaps of fine lyes no rugs to sweep bulldust under such shiny spotless floors, All open doors Effective, efficient, cold and distant No blow flies Time ticking raw. Saturday was far away Learning about "policy" and how to "fairly" play, walking down bustling University Halls shining bright sun, traversing all manners of shade The Lost Daughter looked in the bathroom mirror Hazel Green eyes double take she did gaze Occasionally she heard Thursday calling her name She turned on the faucets, washed her hands, singing a song about "A Brand New Day" turned her back to better things, and swiftly walked out the swinging door into the fray. The Lost Daughter left on a Saturday She watched 3 dreams slip away How to communicate all that she wanted to say Love was all she possessed THE biggest gift, to leave on their pillows She blew them her kiss an imprint on small brains Like "Wind in the Willows" “Take my hand”, He said, “no need to worry, although it's too soon, we will work out a way”. “You’re up next,” the matron relayed, “let’s get you ready”. The Lost Daughter sucked in the Aether and breathed. She replied, “Bring it on, I’m game”. (Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018) For K, M, & G x "A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path." Agatha Christie "Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children." William Makepeace Thackeray "Sonnet III", William Shakespeare
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