Childhood
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Every day is a disappointment
You accord me no tenderness
My hushed essence abides in the torment
Anguish I withstand like a harness.
You accord me no tenderness
I can only dream of your concern
All attempts for favor are hopeless
Leaving me only to humbly yearn.
My hushed essence abides in torment
All I crave is a pitiful allusion of your liking
Replete chasms fill me with malevolence
One pure speck of regard would be striking
Anguish I withstand like a harness
Bearing it deep beneath my skin
Pain is my proxy for tenderness
Mother, your love I endure to win.
Mary Ritch
Copyright ©2009 Mary Ritch
Copyright ©2009 Mary Ritch
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