Missing
My heavy eyes had fallen from hope to dismay.
My straining heart had risen only for delay...
Then tears that taste of salt and loss,
The taste of sacrifice, of cost.
I thought one day they'd pay respects, drink tea;
Knew one day they'd come to comfort me
But where's my son?
Copyright © Gin Sanchez | Year Posted 2007
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