A dullish knife wrenching through my heart
The balance point of an uneven scale
Trying to make things right
Storm clouds gather to grumble throughout the day
Until the end when they cry in open war
Warm, salty rain drenches the wanting earth
One spot of sunshine yellow spoke to me
Unaccountably this was the biggest break
To the accountable clouds.
If I found I was a mother
Giving up her only son
This is the course of my sorrow.
It is possible to smile anyway
I have found.
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