Sweet Child of sorrow,

You reach out to touch

The desired  memory of

What you never got,

Still wanting  what

You can no longer have.

Time has erased

Pathways to the past.

The years make it

Impossible to touch

The heart of this

Unrequited need:

To be so loved

For the self inside,

And be cherished by

A dear Mother’s heart,

That prays strongly for

Her sweet child’s soul.

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