A wrecked heart, dripping eyes
Deeply delved in the heart and mind
Or rather the emotion and wit
Raging a war against words in need
Words her mouth refused to leave
She was a mother captured
Captured in a willow wild soul, a flimsy body
It was strange, that pain
The torment of a mother
A mother she knew never, nor saw
But their heart ached mutually
The loss wasn’t borne, but felt
The trauma happened, but not felt
Felt so the heart ripped, slowly
She was a mother because she feared
Feared the child of prohibition
The atrocities of the field of fire
But why didn’t the common fear?
So worthless was the life of resurrection
So worthy were the enemies of life
Those who feasted over the mother’s life
Her life, her daughter, her son, her universe.

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