Sleeping Woman by Tamara deLempika
How can a mother forgive a broken heart?
There’s so much hurt it’s hard to start
Waiting, waiting, her daughter/son never called
They picked up the phone but were stalled
A phone call would have brightened her day
So many disappointments she dared not say
All that is left are tokens in a keepsake box
Mementos she treasured are there locked
She recalls the joy of their angelic faces
But they’ve moved on there’s no traces
Alone in the silence a mother dreams
Recalling the child in that halcyon scene.