Future languages

Sickening cruelty
Sits in a solemn silence.
Laughing,
Laughing,
Laughter everywhere.
Mother
Gently,
Gently
Pets my hair.
Crying over
Lonely nights of mine.
Blaming,
Blaming her for all the fights of mine.
Little did she know
How little did she know.
Too much,
too much love
for her to stay.
Little,
very little
Love is lost.
There's a certain
sort of sorrow.
There's a name
A name in future languages.
Languages never spoken
Outside the heart.
Yearning
is alive
and well
in this new tongue.
Little girls--
I wish to find my daughter.