"A Mother's Crossroad"
staring at the tiny white casket
tears cascading as raindrops fell
sorrow surrounds my heart holding blue basket
with his favorite toys crying with toll of funeral bell.
though grief usurped my saddened soul
mourning a loss precious and dear
one memorable moment in time made whole
for a Mother's crossroad was drawin g near.
emotions swallowed my life that fateful day
no purpose seemed clear to live or exist
searching for answers; uttered words to pray
breathing had vanished inside Death's Mist.
should I fade into the Past?
should I retrieve from pain?
should I deny my family, at last,
to cease to be? what would I gain?
to bury a child hurts so very deep
yet change always makes Life turn
as the human heart avows to weep
for forging forward was my concern.
a Mother's crossroad healed within
while memories lingered of a sweet son
who gave me strength to seek to win
choosing a path toward a golden Sun.
*For Gail Angel Doyle's Standing At A Crossroads Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Oct. 31, 2012.