A Lost Soul
As the thunder smacks throughout the night
the little boy still sleeps.
The lightning cracks and shakes the house
but the snores still seem to come.
Rain smashes down on the roof of the house
but the boy just won't awake.
Because he's dreaming of a long lost mother
who died on a day quite like today.
Copyright © Mike Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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