Quiet Writhe

Innocence pours 

Against the distant pores of mother nature

Realization of mommy and daddy being distant lovers 

Unnoticed like a fly on the wall 

Obvious like a new born's first palm print in the sands of time

As life goes on, 

The glossy eyes are dry 

Yells and screams died down & the rooms are quiet 

Hugs & kisses fill the air 

Like all those noisy nights were silent

Scars removed, 

Toys are nice & bright 

Mommy's wounds are deep 

But at least she knows she raised him right

Through a child's eyes 

He's invincible 

But doesn't know what love is 

Especially on those days when he felt invisible

Though time heals most

He'll never forget

Sometimes it's hard to remember when you're heaven sent

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