The Lost Child

The weeping tears of a mother whose child is gone to soon. The lives that could have been. The children left behind or those who never came But I see that you don’t see, not because you cannot It is because you look away You search for reasons for this not to be so But yet it is, yet it is I hear those mothers crying, I hear the weeping of the babies Your ears don’t hear, not because they can’t It’s just the words that flow through the air, fill Your ears with the stubborn uncaring sound of the Maybe…The reasons of why this child has died, Never in apology or admission of fault, just maybe, a maybe Why they deserved to die….

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