cruel unnatural
is the mother
who with love her
child will not smother
how far
how many times
must a tear travel
down unloved child's
sad pale porcelain face crease
mind with rejection unrequited
unloved memories bubbling
beneath surface erupting
into silent suffering?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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