Mother of Child - Lost

Masked, deep and clouded within the echoes of my soul

Rests the longing for the one who bore a child long ago

A craving for the touch, the smile, devotion never known

For I am but that wounded child who now is fully grown

Miles apart, in some small town, exists the one who ran away

Leaving everything behind, alone, with no attempt, to stay

Living a life of secrets, passing time, with only lies

Her story never spoken, hushed, until the day she dies

Aging empty eyes, thoughts so pure, a struggling memory

Her auburn hair, her olive eyes, how soft her voice could be

Questions without answers, so much I do not know

How could she have abandoned, the child, she had loved so

Endless, restless, sleepless nights, every night the same

Her eyes affix upon a star, that may shine upon her babe

Wretched, cold and weary, by all she is perceived

Yet her womb is torn and aching, for the child once conceived