Mother and Baby ( they were once in the forest she was captured and they now sit together in a cage)

Hunched over
sitting in a cage
holding her tiny wrinkled son
all we see is pure despair
a mother that does truly care
its just lament and solace
all home spun

her tears
we feel each tear
we share each tear
the heartbreak too
the incorruptibility
the innocence so true

the immorality
that brought her to this place
of woe
man appears incredulous
but clearly we all know

the wickedness of
capture and experimentation
for
this mother and her baby
now she isn’t sure

its in her hunched position
her tenderness, her pain
she somehow feels she’s culpable
she had tried to run
in vain

she was heavily pregnant
there was no place to flee
and now she holds her wrinkled son
in some laboratory

Its as if she claps him
for the very last time
she appears
frightened
of the malevolent thoughts
apparently and the fears

the love of this dear mother
for her tiny little child
imagine us in her place
born out of the wild
and now so much uncertainty
her future it feels bleak
may be this is their last embrace
not something we would seek

our tears we share
we have to
just watching these two souls
crying in their being
both have special roles
and now what will become of them
surgery and pain
hunched over in a sweet embrace
unable to contain

her emotions much longer