Your child will not be coming back
And it’s your fault
There was the chance for you to say
Sorry
You could’ve stopped her leaving
Grabbed her arm
But instead you grabbed your rosary
Mary
You know that this happened over time
But you cried
Not for the child you had, but the one that
Died
You stand here, a daisy clutched in your hand
The petals wrinkled and faded
Your eyes wrinkled and faded
Your blouse wrinkled and faded
And know that this is the moment that you will be in…
Day 16 – Weeping Woman By Pablo Picasso
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