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Pieced Apart


Could be nothing more
nothing  less should I say
 more of a hurt that lingers.
 a wound that percolates
deep and deep into the levels.
harping and meandering
through corners and paths

 causing a jolt  and  a freeze
 feel life is almost over.

Days go by the remnants  
disseminate  but the residue
 surfaces on and off bringing
 tears. an unthankful job
 whatsoever. a mother feels
 as she grows in years.
 recollecting the days she worked
 persuading her child to remain atop.

Well, he might consider it is a routine
any mother would offer, forgetting
how most leave the children to fend
for themselves. happening at present
in his own home.