Missing

You once said that you see all.

But how come you never see the new wrinkles on my face?

You once said that you hear all.

But how come you never hear the prayers I have said for you?

You once said that you see all.

But how come you never see your children who runs behind you?

You once said that you hear all.

But how come you never hear your children's cries for u?

You once said that you see all.

But how come you never see the tears on my cheeks?

You once said that you hear all.

But how come you never hear my cries at night?

You once said that you see all.

But how come you never stopped to look?

You once said that you hear all.

But how come you never stopped to listen?

You once said you know all.

But how come you don't know this?

You once said you miss nothing at all...

But how come you are missing right now...

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toobuena's picture

I liked this one. Full of concern and love. Poetry is therapy. Geneva