Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene This place in question where life has been mean On muddy banks down by the waterline Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight No mother should enter this fateful night Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk In playful surrounds just barely in talk Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see So curious they are when they get a chance to break free Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php