• The feeling of loosing one so dear,
    it a constaint pain,
    that we have come to fear.

    Family it seems,
    come and go,
    Never around long enough,
    Never truly serving their purpose,
    Leaving the rest beaten down.

    Mothers get torn from daughters,
    Through meaningless slaughters,
    Never getting to see them grow,
    and go off on their own.

    Be it the mother or the daughter,
    who lives,
    or neither at all,
    always seems to leave one,
    To hurt in their place.