away
from this place
although the tears
are still streaming
down on my face.
The memories remain
making it
too hard
for a family of two
living
by this schoolyard.
Once upon a time
we were a family
of three.
I left my daughter unattended
and now
I'll never be free.
She was discovered
with a broken neck
lying on the ground
and in the months long after
I was unable
to make a sound.
I have taken on this guilt
which leaves me
mute
but my eyes and ears
offer
no dispute.
When the school bell rings
and the children
leave
I know it's time
for my heart
to grieve.
For I am an anchor of stone
on the bottom
of the sea.
God help any mother
who goes through Hell
like me
and the ghostly wind
is a reminder
of what a loss can bring
as it gently pushes
my little girl
who sits on the swing.
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