by Eva Lewis-Duncan

Created on: October 30, 2009

Whence you rebuffed me

My girl child looked up at me,

Her eyes held proof

Of my own miserable truth.

I know you meant no ill

For that is not your will.

Pain sliced, deep and true

Once again do I rue

My choices wrong,

Many so,

And finally I did grow,

So said, I hate to see,

My child look to me

My soul mirror, tis she,

Thereby, did I see,

My pain rode bright.

Rejection my plight.

And much darkened was her light.

And so I go,

No sleep to see,

Certainly not,

In my misery.

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