Grave Heart
Mother could you please leave,
our moment glow is all but gone.
Like autumn's brittle gemstones
clinging to an icy-icy song.
Mother could you please leave.
I mean you no harm or disrespect.
but fingering these old worn beads
has doomed faith to the bluest trench.
Mother could you please leave.
Before I join the flints of time and fate.
A son's broken bow and listing heart
is no place for his mother's grave...
Just leave!
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2014
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