He was all she had…
her smile,
her treasured gift,
her joy and pride
And they want me to visit her home
and tell her that he died
They want me to verbally suffocate her spirit
and shatter her motherly heart
They want me to report of his untimely demise
and tear her world eternally apart
To rob her and rape her
of her joy for the rest of her days
In telling her that her favorite child,
her youngest son,
– died viciously–
on his 20th birthday
Suggested read:
Luke 18:1-8
I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, "Mother, what was war?" ~Eve Merriam
Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
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