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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