Her Reality
A mothers milk poisoned
By cleverly planned lies
Natures honey sours
When it's web of deceit dies
A babe lay restlessly dreaming
Only to let out her painful cries
A mothers touch will no more
Calm her innocently stormy eyes
M. Lyn Church
February 1,2014
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