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I've always had a fascination with people. I remember being very young and sitting in cafe windows with my parents making up stories for the people passing by.

The strangled cry of a baby,

Accompanied by the futile comfort

Of the young girl rocking him.

The desperation in her voice

The only indication

Of the hours she has spent

Doing exactly the same;

Over and over,

Rocking and crooning

To the child in her arms

Who will not be peaceful.

He refuses to settle,

Instead screaming louder,

His wail almost deafening.

But still she tries

To calm his tormented heart.

And then with two words,

Whispered into his ear,

I understand

Why she is so desperate,

Why her eyes are full

Of tears and heartbreak

“Mommy’s here”

Author's Note

If anyone could give me a title it would be appreciated, I tried a few out but none really seemed to fit.