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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

WILMA SEVILLE


The Cry


“Mama, Mama, where are you?”
 voice of desperation  
reaches me, brings tears.

Startled, I glance up
distracted from my task
eyes focus on old man
restrained in wheelchair.


Body diminished by disease
stuck in the grip of dementia
calling out for Mama

Little boy in old man’s body
longing for a long ago time
where he was loved and cherished
by his Mama, long deceased..

It  won’t be long and he shall go
to meet his Mama once again  
whose love will enfold him
as it did, upon this earth.
.



Copyright©WilmaSeville 2013

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