Or so the story goes....

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Evil prevents safe return

mother's empty arms await

this was never meant to be

unimagined pain to equate

The evil was a river

harmless the water flows

an oasis in the humid

or so the story goes

A family closely by

but too far to hear the screams

clues lead to the shoreline

reality blurs to dreams

Day turns night, then day once more

mother continues search in boat

aimless with hope in heart

hands in evil, blindly grope

Enticing innocent young

the evil played it coy

ebbing toes, playful splash

then to depths it claims the boy

Resigning to evil's choice

mother's fingers reach below

touching what she held first

meeting fingers of her soul

9/14/13

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