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Feb 14, 2009
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it's ok sissy
They come to see
Standing, an unfailing sea
Of young and old,
Some dead and cold
Most warm and unaware
And mother in the armchair
Pregnant with scorn
Over the loss of her last born
Her baby, the damage done
Still she sits smiling in the sun
And Nicholas on the great green
Statue like figure where he is held to be seen
Smiling and unwavering
He, I see, is savoring
Her loving touch and pretty face
He never saw the space
Between the years
Between the sighs, between the ears
She is easy to distract
It’s a cruel, cruel fact
And he falls down
So far down
Chasing his tears
Remembering the fears
She dropped him I see
Yet he waves, he waves to me
— theladyblue, Feb 14, 2009
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Sandi Alford
17 years 3 months ago
a bittersweet dream or
Quillsvein1
17 years 3 months ago
haunting
Rett
17 years 3 months ago
Whoah! sureal
theladyblue
17 years 3 months ago
i wish i could explain in a comment