Leaving Soon

On a moonlight winters night
A mother slowing rocking
To and fro
Holding a child
That is me
Outside our door waits
A silent foe
That has come to take her home
So it is
My mother will never
Know the child that is me

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The story is complete, the emotional impact is a sigh for misfortune, a sigh for survival, the dichotomy rips at the heartstrings...outcomes are never what they mean...sad, but starvation of otherwise healthy people is sad too. If not autobiographical, the story is still relevant and topical--death hovers silently. - allets

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