"BROKEN HEARTS"


Gone, She disappeared without a trace,
Only an empty hollowness left behind.
All as it should be, still in place,
Searching, not single a clue to find.

Oh, where can She be, is this real,
Not a note was written, no good bye.
Can broken hearts mend, able to feel,
Or, will these hearts forever cry?

Many years passed while She did live,
Only a shadow, not cast by the sun.
Into this world, six lives She give,
How could She, just get up and run?

How eyes can deceive, She is now back,
Believing that She did nothing wrong.
Approaching like a lion would attack,
With words that cannot be put to song.

Sadness around this one called Mother,
And broken little hearts no longer cry.
The tears cried are shared with another,
Broken hearts do not even ask, "Why?"


Belda J. Lynds  ©