A cry for warmth

baby-feet

Her flesh and blood cried,

reaching out

to her ragged bosom…

crying for warmth

a warmth …

she longed for herself.

a warmth

she had not known..

all her life…

the only warmth she knew

were the lights across the street,

burnt cigarette ends

greeting her home…

the moon watched quietly

as she slipped off her motherhood,

leaving her dreams

at a stranger’s door…

The cries echoed into the night,

became one with the dark,

as she left with the burden

of a heart

that screamed.

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