Gathered close around her

Little dark head upon the floor, the horror has fled - is now her bed;

Gathered close around her, she feels the warmth of her mother’s robes,

Enfolded in her familiar hold, her scent still lingers on her clothes,

She repainted the white light of maternal love and protection

And encased herself within it, curled up in the foetal position,

she remembers from the womb; it’s safe, it’s sure: in a world that can be no more

There on the cold, hard concrete floor, she remembers the crime scene from before;

They picked her up, and carried her away, but still today her image,

engraven within her mortal soul is what she kept, what she stole,

and now remains her comfort zone in a life and world gone cold;

She will grow up, and one day, grow emboldened,

Then by the time she grows old, she will have told her children and grandchildren

of these days, and how the USA was responsible for taking her mother away

©  15th February, 2024.  All rights by all media reserved. Not to be reproduced, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the author, Comedic Singer/Poet, Political Satirist, Forensic Numerological/Mathematical Criminal Profiler/Analyst, Children’s Poet, and believe it or not, I also write serious poetry. Gained a Diploma Radio and Television Production with the Writer’s Award. I hold a Bachelor of Arts in Film and Television Production from the Queensland University of Technology, Brisbane, and am a former print journalist and screenwriter.  Pamela Lillian Valemont, Australia.

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