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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