He sits staring through me, as though I don’t exist,
pain emanating from his splintered soul
From his sweetly formed face, despairing eyes reflect,
fearful cowering alarm in his heart
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Very moving poem. The endless love of a mother willing to suffer herself insted of her child. Well done HBH