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A Mother's Pain

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A Mother's Pain

A single tear-drop trickles from her eyes…
as she looks for answers from the skies,
in the twinkling of an eye her baby girl dies,
without a chance to say goodbye.
A cry of pain, a wail of plea…
gave way to trembling knees.
Angry bullets faster than lightning,  
from emotionless men who are so frightening! 
Yesterday she was her bundle of joy…
now today she is no longer there to enjoy.

Her tears fall like rain…
as she moves motionless through the crowd,
her body numb to every touch.
Clutching onto anything to ease the pain,
she froze in the park and thought, this is the town
where the seed of my beloved child lies cold in the ground.
Her fragile heart protests with rage,
with flaring temper like a volcano…
she struggles as if trapped in a cage,
the pain is more than she can bear,
as she wipes away dried-up tears.

A beautiful rainbow…a symbol of hope…
colors her world in a magical way,
unveils sad joy, memories for her to cope.
A wild strand of hair creeps beneath sunburn hat,
she paused…If I could only turn back the hands of time
before they could commit such a heinous crime...
sadness shines inside her like the sun,
bearing grief as heavy as a  ton.
Familiar laughter echoes in the night...
hurts so deep, it cuts like a knife.

October morning as the leaves turn and fall,
every nerve begins to crawl…
her child’s blood cries out from the ground,
as she holds her belly before falling down.
Her cry roars like a thunderstorm… 
shattering windshields from a mile away,
rain red as blood under a masked sun
gave way to wounds that were crushed by the gun,
stirring up vast, deep pain, like a mild wild flame,
of kicks in the womb… which are now  silent  in the tomb.

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  1. Date: 12/11/2013 12:34:00 PM
    That is a deep poem well done i enjoyed it