Look at Me


I fill the house with as much food as I can,
For fear of eating it just INCASE you come hungry,
So.. it stands.

How does a Mother just go on..
Never seeing or talking to her Very
Own young?

Maybe some day beyond the Blues,
But for now this is my heart missing
You.

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