by Stephanie Small

Created on: February 06, 2011

Dawn

Daybreak

Your daughter cries at night slipping into morning then noon
wondering where her mother is
I cannot comfort her
I can only cry

As years pass
I watch her rise into twilight
in the dragon's grasp
She will not be the same
She will be lost and there is nothing I can do to mourn her
Instead, I am cursed with memories I cannot bear
Too tired to really face it
Too wrapped in myself to really understand it

Night falls and with it comes comfort
I can't see her tears, or mine

Healing, I watch death slip away
At least it wasn't her as well
Relief hits me
I won't cry today.

But perhaps tomorrow when dawn breaks
I will.

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