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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 6/9/2009 8:02:00 PM
yes, I can feel all your emotion in this fine write! Patricia! sadly beautiful...James
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Date: 11/24/2008 9:17:00 AM
Devastating... brilliantly written with harrowing emotion, loss and regret. This will stay with me for a long, long time. God bless you, Keith
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