she is far away now.
beyond the poppy fields.

the days are short,
the nights are long.

all of her children,
are little again ~
tow-heads bobbing;
bright round faces.

they run around her,
and she watches them,
her heart fills and overflows.

they are the dreams of heart,
they are the ache in her bones.

their busy feet,
take them away,

small giggles fading away.

she is alone.

she calls after them,


"where did you go?"


"where did you go?"


then she curls into a ball,
and weeps a waterfall
from her broken heart.