The Sobbing Child
Tentively I touch
The sobbing child
Will he flinch
Will he run
Will he deny his mother’s love
A tear trickles down my cheek
Morning for the loss
Does he even know
How much he means to me
Does he even know
How much I care
My pain is real, the agony just kills
Knowing he has walked away
From hands out stretched
Waiting to comfort my child
And protect him from the world
That lays barren in his heart
He may not believe in God
Hey may not know that I care
But I wait with baited breath
For his safe return
To be held close to heart
In his mothers loving arms.
poem by Kaila George
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