why is fate so cruel,
a child goes, before mother,
emptying her lap, forever.
the sun rises like before,
every morning,
and the waves touch the sand
without fail.
but the mothers arms
that cradled, is bare,
and her heart just wails.
spring comes.......
the rain falls on the dry earth.
she sits, near the sea,
listening to the waves
believing the sea will return
her child.
staring at the void
of the limitless sky,
waiting,
waiting is her life now.
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