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Poetry , Free Verse. About a mother's grief over her daughter's mourning. |
| where has your smile gone o daughter of my youth? you have aged before your time. on a face ravaged by unnamed grief, your eyes now blank cesspools of despair like a light bulb that has been switched off, staring silently and sullen. if I can bring back just a fraction of that sun-drenched smile, or hear your laughter dance across the room; to watch your happy feet tap a familiar rhythm on the floor, my heart would soar on gossamer wings of hope. and maybe, just maybe , for a little while, the tears will cease to fall, and our world will be right again, o daughter of my youth. |