Mute Mother

Listless yet seemingly composed,
Cushioned from the wordly opinions
The only audible sound: her inner voice.
Sight being her only tangent
Even dreams seem so very real to her.
She can sense her boy blickering
She values visibility like none other.
She feels the depth of every emotion..
And expresses her thoughts
Through her dense moist eyes.
She is heard. She does not speak.
She is moral
Intuition is innate with her.
Declining the pity she stands tall..
Bringing up her boy ...with all she has not!
Even though mute...she speaks for all.