A parent

In Uncategorized on November 18, 2014 at 4:52 am
Silent little eyes,
Gazing straight at me.
Discerning my truth and lies.
As if my soul she can see.

A tiny blank face,
Resting calmly on her palm
Seemingly deaf to the mad race
And to every wordly charm

The lips, they are sealed
Yet they evoke a thousand echoes
As if there are wounds to be healed
As if the world around has a thousand foes

She waits, her eyes sprouting with hope.
She waits, for you to help her cope.

Muted expectations beaming in her innocence,
Between a smile and a tear you seem to be her only fence


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