Grave Heart
Mother, could you please leave;
our moment's 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!
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