Melancholy Memory
Awaken Mama!
It was my daughter's voice.
Gentle shaking gave me
little choice.
Not wanting to hear,
I tried to turn away
from her sad face and tears.
To delay.
I'm sorry Mama,
I wish it was not true.
I don't want to bring sad
news to you.
Her words broke my heart.
My precious son is dead.
He is too young to die.
My soul bled.
We held each other
and mingled anguished tears.
And so we sat until
daylight nears.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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