Motherhood
Forlorn and aches,
like the body breaks,
hiding the dishes again,
into the abyss they climb,
all the words in this forgotten rhyme,
the pictures so pristine,
all put together,
like a sailor's knot,
like the heart attack,
attached to people,
hated,
even evil,
all like his daughter's eyes,
they mesmerize,
the child's mine,
in the toy,
of the secret one.
Copyright © Mellissa Laviolette | Year Posted 2008
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