Wednesday, April 05, 2006

The Sad Truth ( bless)

A sad but hopeful mother sits crying on the bed.

Outside it’s raining with a death upon a bed.

She cries not for her self but for the child she lost on that bed.

While the night unfolds and the stories are told, she will sleep on that


She thinks not of what she’s lost but of the many more because of the


It’s a hard struggle and she will see her death upon that bed.

1 comment:

juniper*tears said...

I really liked it and i am glad you posted this. I think that you are a wonderful poet. Keep up the good work.