I stood on the kerb
Blowing smoke fairies
Into the misty grey skies
When I saw her child’s eyes
Bright as the sun and dark as the night
He was her day and night
I knew that for I knew her
She was a mother
Begging for her child’s hunger
Feeding her with her own life
Fighting death with her own blood
Till she dies, she lives
Living to not let him die;
I could not speak
The water choked my voice
Blinded my eyes
Just like it did hers
When she cried for help
When her child lay dying
In her lap
The same place where she gave him life
She watched him die.
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