by jennifer ravenscroft
Where has a mothers joy gone? Where is her song? It has woundered from where it belongs.
Where once the light of her heart burned a bright future now darkness creeps in and binds like a suture.
Where once when she saw him her heart swelled with pride;
disappointment has cut its way inside.
Who is this stranger?Not one she knows,for there is no love in him;
at least none that show
the pressure of the weeds has choked out the rose