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Just a glimpse of her face

was all I could see

an image in a foreign place

as she looked back at me

I tried to speak

but forgiveness fell silent

my lips would not move

nary a word or uttered sound

sorry we often seek

my voice was mild and meek

could not apply the words

to my lips

and I prayed

that my eyes

would say to hers

"Mother, I'm so sorry"













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