The Tender Lost Doe
The sway of my willow weeps in the morn’-
As daybreak ascends I am already forlorn.
To me the worst time is when the day begins-
I lay in bed and count all my reckless sins.
For I am a lost doe crying for her parents-
Her despair for affection is definitely apparent.
Belonging to the wilderness may shield my woe-
But why do I feel like that tender sad doe?
She wanders and wonders when love will come-
No deer to be found and food, she needs some.
Her tummy is empty and her poor heart is torn-
There is nowhere to run as clouds bring a storm.
Thunder and lightning on her soft little head-
And the wet foliage stole her comfy bed.
As nature does call a baby to cry for affection-
I too long for a constant love connection.
Her sharp hooves tiny, yet strong when needed-
For adoration and nourishment, she always pleaded.
I walk through the trail in the woods everyday-
And I always see that sweet lil’ doe who lost her way.
Today I will find that mamma who needs her young-
So they may reunite as a family, becoming one.
If only I could find my mother one of these days-
Maybe the soft doe in me would find my way.
For a mother’s heart should beat for a baby’s laugh,
But since I was born my soul has grown but half.
Oh mother, I cry find me and save me from woe-
I promise I’ll be a good little girl...
-just like that tender doe.
Fictional Write
September 30, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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