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My Child
My child is weeping for her mother
A mother who isn't there
A mother who doesn't exist
Her father answers her wails
And tries to pick up her tears
But my child continues to cry
For a mother who isn't there
Many years have passed
Yet my child is still the same
She can't seem to grow older
And still she begs
For a mother who doesn't exist
More years have passed
My child no longer weeps
But she stares blankly into the distance
Quietly waiting for the woman who calls herself a mother
A mother who isn't there
A mother who doesn't exist
Her father answers her wails
And tries to pick up her tears
But my child continues to cry
For a mother who isn't there
Many years have passed
Yet my child is still the same
She can't seem to grow older
And still she begs
For a mother who doesn't exist
More years have passed
My child no longer weeps
But she stares blankly into the distance
Quietly waiting for the woman who calls herself a mother
Published 26th Aug 2014
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