
We sat, staring silently
One at the other
Without saying a word
Our eyes
Transfixed into imaginative thoughts
A vigil of souls
Betwixt mother and son
If ever a painful moment in my life
It is now
To see my mother sitting there
All cried out
knowing
I'm the center of her pain
Those eyes those beautiful brown eyes
Staring intently into my soul
As If
Searching for the unknown
The source of my proclivities
For I am
Far from that which she envisions me to be
And what perchance, I am to never know
But that she loves me still
And I
She
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