Alone at night, missing my childhood home,
A child’s memory of her mother.
Distinct memories of smelling baked pie,
The warmth of her love enduring through time.
What will I do without her beating heart?
My days are void of thought or conclusion.
Father will be destroyed, full of despair.
His breath is combined with hers, now left null.
An animal caught in a snare, broken.
Surrendered to what may come, left wounded.
She struggles to set herself free and tears,
Eventually she lies down and twists.
She breaks free with an unknown destiny…
And strives to mend what time alone could heal.
.Lily
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