Where can she be,
This woman, this lady?
This 'Mum'
This 'All Loving' someone?
Where did she go,
This 'warmth', this 'home'?
Why do I sometimes feel
So Alone?
What did she decide,
This shell, this empty shell?
Did she choose to live in her own
Hell?
Where do I look,
Can I seek what I wish to find?
Am I out of my mind??
Then I look
And I see,
This woman,
She is ME...
I may not have that warm embrace,
That gentle touch upon my face,
That 'safe place'...
But,
I can give and I can see
That which mirrors back to me
From gentle hugs,
Eyes huge, fingers tug
Pull my heart strings
My heart can sing!
If only I could feel that love,
That love,
That love...
But,
I will give that love...
To you.
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