And sit and wait for my glory
To return I remain eager
And restless and suddenly see
A woman in the figure of a tree
In the starry gown of dawn
She gestures to me silently
But then I see it’s not to me
But someone standing behind me
I turn and see a child
I cannot tell if a boy or girl
So emaciated and small
With eyes so lost and on fire
They no longer
Recognize their mother
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