The Unloved Twins
A mother who hated her babies
The Unloved Twins
In a quiet room the twins were born
a mother’s hands that fed and cared
but cold between her silent eyes
no warmth to hold them when they cried
She kept them safe but never close
her heart a room shut tight and bare
two fragile lives beneath her watch
but love was something not to share
They learned to live without her touch
to grow in shadows of her gaze
her presence like a distant ghost
that never softened or would stay
In a quiet room the twins remain
with care but never feeling loved
two souls that waited, still and quiet
for something more they never found
just an angry mother never proud.
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