The Weight Of The Wold
By Anita Zurburgg
Once upon a time she is joyful
A glimmering shimmer in her eyes
She softly hums a tune just for me
To gently soothe my compelling cries
She is my world
Once upon a time she is hopeful
I hold her absolute attention
A dependable source of refuge
She is my comfort and protection
She is my world
But these days she is melancholy
She emanates a sense of despair
Her eyes are now hollow and distant
The pain is too much for her to bear
She is my world
These days she is worn and downtrodden
Buried deep under brutality
At the hands of a man once cherished
I am aware of her agony
She is my world
She no longer sings me a ballad
Her loving gaze now a vacant stare
She retreats inwards for asylum
To a world she need not be aware
My world has gone
She sinks deeper into an abyss
To a place where I cannot find her
I softly hum a tune just for her
As a soft and gentle reminder
My world has gone
I hold a light for her in the dark
In a desperate plea to remind her
The world I knew has faded away
I wait for your return dear Mother.

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