Gently swimming
My heart
Softly beating
Water droplets
Crystalline; sparkling
Upon feathered backs
My tears overflowing
Slowly dropping
Memories overwhelming
Sadness; pain
Their voices
Softly calling
Beaks seeking
For some food
I have nothing
To give you
But my sorrow
This I show you
Within this teardrop
All my pain
Gently slipping
From wet lashes
As memories
Come back again
How could a mother
Ever explain
How much she misses
Their gentle kisses
Soft as summer rain
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