There is a child that makes me weep
A child with motherless eyes
Each time I stare into those eyes
I get swallowed into deep depths of
desertion
The pain of knowledge in the evident
hidden reality
A constant itch beckoning to the
soothed.
Motherless eyes are getting younger and
younger
As mothers are silenced.
These souls seemingly empty
Crying silent non evident tears
I ache as I witness the sorrow
For my fears of reincarnation and
heredity
Mirrored in those motherless eyes
Differ in viewed tears
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