A Mother's Mourning Walk
A Mother's Mourning Walk
The walk takes her
to an old cemetery,
with a wrought iron gate.
The day is cloudy, the breeze cool.
The elderly woman stands by
the granite headstone
engraved with an epitaph,
her son's two years 1918-1920
and a resting lamb.
The autumn leaves of fading colors
are scattered everywhere.
She has been there a while
the breeze is cooler
the iron gate summons her.
She will leave but not before
kissing the headstone
with the epitaph
“Behold my child, with your eyes of innocence
and poetry in your heart,
The Promised Land”
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