A Day at the Park
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Faintly tracing her modest leg's outline in question,
Tears falling gracefully through the confusion.
Heart skipping beats she grasps her husband's hand,
The weight of responsibility seeping into the sand.
Lifting her head in acceptance of the end's insistance,
Four-years-old playfully pushing his toy tractor in the distance.
The flood of emotion cannot be held by the weak dam,
Eye lids flickering as tears embrace existence' sham.
Right arm faltering as the droplets are wiped away,
Hazarding a laugh as her son tugs at her leg to play.
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Kissing her son on the forehead and attempting to walk,
Collapsing she kicks his tractor away watching him giggle a talk.
Turning he shuffles across the gleaming grass carefully,
Seamlessly preventing his witnessing of her mortal fatality.
Chest to the floor nature caresses her fading lifeforce,
Peering through one open eye she watches him crawl on all fours.
shaking violently her husband shivers a request into the phone,
Dropping it to the floor she hears the sound of a flat tone...
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Delicately picking up his gift, he finds his red tractor,
Turning precariously his beautiful eyes calculate the factor.
Deep blue eyes bulge as he waddles towards his mother,
Body convulging she shakes his very soul as he looks in wonder...
The seas of blue release their waves as he lies on her back,
Crying for his mother's ever nearing journey to endless black.
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"M...M-um....?"
Nothing special... Just emotional this afternoon and felt like writing something...