Death of My Mother

DEATH OF MY MOTHER As I sat upon the ground that night, Rain and tears streaming on my fright, My mother was killed within my sight. I turned to stone, she fell dead, The mud around her turned to red, Her hair flowed about her head – And me. I dreamed last night and I could see, A shroud of death is covering me, Born from the sadness of memory. In the uncharted corner of my mind, Is a child I cannot seem to find, Lurking between shadows – hiding behind. Me. In the blessed relief of the coming dawn, I know the child will then be gone, Back to the forest like a fleeting fawn. Then again, with the coming night, Arise and stand within my sight, And return the horror and the fright, Of me.