Mothers Influence
Child, Oh my child.
Words whispered on broken breath,
A baby soft palm upon my breast.
I can feel the wind stirring my hair.
Even as my sightless eyes attempt to stare.
Child, Oh my child.
The disappointment overwhelming.
Choking the sweet lilted voice til warped.
With needs desires,
dreams that had floated near.
Child, Oh my child.
Laying upon the street,
flakes plummeting from the air.
Frozen, so frozen yet my spirit is still here.
Twas the sweet lilted voice of a mother that had led me here.
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