The Weight Of The Wold

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.