The things she left behind

The things she left behind Her tombstone stood amongst others who shared the same fate The air in the cemetery Heavy With the the weight of the souls it carries Her epigraph read: Beloved mother, wife, daughter, sister and friend Her family there to pay their respects Tomorrow they will lead a protest Her son left behind A seven year old child Old enough to remember her But to young to understand her murder She took with her the sacrifice she did so her son could have a better life A future where he's accepted Where racism she hoped for him would be a distant memory She hoped the hate was a burden he wouldn't have to carry A hard choice she made But an easy choice she made As long as her baby boy was safe A life well lived Or a life fearing death She knew how she wanted his story to end A sacrifice she would never regret She left behind Her son An embodiment of who she was She left behind Her legacy A reflection of her memory He lived in her She lived in him And for her that was a victory