Eyes stare back at me;
So much anguish in it why?
The cherubic face
After a spank
Questions why me?
Anguish because;
she was misjudged see....
I see a little slowly....
How lowly my hasty action has been
Love her I did, to discipline her surely
Was all my efforts green.....
Sad; sad at the lasting impairment
I turn away from her amazement
Perhaps years will tell her
I but meant well
It is practical
Scare to shell
inner call
nevertheless
selfless
impending reality
fluidity and fidelity
Both to achieve
poetic, hierarchic
mother to daughter
void and blank
yours to color
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