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.