Helpless

She stepped lightly
Through the bright doorway.
"Ah, you're still here,"
she sighed and said aloud.
The green trees, wide blue sky, pale white clouds, soft breeze,
and the kindest of warm suns
Replied.
She lay down on the warm, cracked wood,
closed her eyes.
The rhythm continued,
quickly silenced and softened her.
She snuggled into the embrace, the steady pat of her
Mother's living hand on her heart.
And then she cried.

Helpless [2007-05-18]
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