Monday, August 4, 2014

What's left behind...

After he stormed out
raging into the night
leaving them behind
The quiet house witnessed
A poignant sight...

Watching his mamma
The little boy cried
His mamma sighed
Tears rolled down his eyes
She soothed him with
 his favorite lullabies...

He cuddled close
She kissed his lil nose
Warm in her arms
As he gently slept
Her tired eyes 
silently wept...

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