Lonely Portrait

Sadness paints a lonely portrait A mother leaves her babe behind Newborn in this darkest hour What she held she cannot find Brokenhearted complications Swollen feet and shattered dreams Through her tears a fearful question Who can tell her what it means All alone the nursery trembles Shadows dull the shades of blue Empty arms of vacant swaddle What, oh what is she to do No one comes to pay a visit Far away they clear the space Needless now for speculation Pain completes her sullen face Sorrow gathers at the window Sunny days are in the past Nothing left for her to live for As her first is now her last