Life: To Search
In hail and rain she scoured the moors;
her boy was buried there.
Her life was put on hold to search;
what did the killers care?
She begged them with her dying breath
to help her find the bones;
the killers didn't grant her wish,
their hearts as hard as stones.
The grieving mother passed away;
she'd prayed in Cancer-pain
that when she died, her murdered son
would be with her again.
for Constance's Words Drowned in Tears contest, written 17th October 2016
inspired by Keith Bennett and his mother Winnie - Keith was a victim of the Moors Murderers, Hindley & Brady, and his body has never been found
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