Misty eyes bare to blink,
filmed over single a tear fell
crystallised emotions exposed
after all the inner cries dissolved.
Many lose their ways in life,
peer to the pressures of common living
they seek others to guide
fellow friends their ears did listen
and in hand offering of get away thoughts
run free came drink and drugs.
Lost hearts drown sorrows of weakness
cruelty ebbs deeper
depressive songs sung their stories
raw bones grind the hollow marrow
dug to the heals that weep.
A Mother's arm once cradled
she did nurture with pride
a growing son kissed knees that grazed
watching...
he turns a man
before she blinks.
Year on in to year on out
her love holds dear his precious hopes
and dreams.
Now he is lost his direction to living clean
horizons in empathy
creates yet another sadness...
yet she
a Mother waits
with no back turned she offers a hug
guidance of voice shall once be listened
hoping...






x




she is still my little girl 



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