Away

Too young to understand,

Too wise to explain.

A mother hurts, conceals her grief

Behind a front of hope

For her daughter,

Her only child.

Trapped,

Blissfully ignorant yet

so boundlessly free, free as the

Butterflies that flutter in her head

Where Raptors now soar.

She knows not the Fate of

The eyes that she peers into,

Unable to see beyond the glistening

Shield of tears, like a brille,

Refracting the pain of her pupils.

Eyes are the windows into her soul.

Shimmering teardrops, are the broken blinds.

As the men take her mother away.