Desperate cries
Pacing back and forth
Seeking attention and help.
Cries and eyes turned to plead
Hoping the help is at hand
That someone with miraculous powers
Has finally arrived.
Like most of us
I am as helpless as anyone else
Or more and broken too
In front of the death.
Thought the death means
An end of another chapter
A fresh start to begin
In another cycle once more.
Philosophical thought is Futile
Especially to a grieving mother.
All she wants now is
Her precious gift back
It’s a trick that no one can
Perform.
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