i miss her laugh

i knew a broken lioness
covered inside and out with the scars
of a life lived at the end of other’s fists

i knew a battered lioness
blackened by the brutality of a mad world
that sought to tear her to pieces

i knew brave lioness
who stepped between the hurled hate
and the cubs she loved – every time

and i miss her laugh her laugh her laugh,
i miss her presence in the wasted world;
she bled her love into us – me and mine
and i miss her laugh…

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