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Mother Suicide Poems | Mother Poems About Suicide

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Details | Rhyme |

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |


Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

Rondelet: Yang be evil

Rondelet: Yang be evil

  for the continuously raped and hidden
     minors of India

Yang be evil
Yin acts with rash impunity 
Yang be evil
No power controls the Devil
Wombs despoiled in mad enmity
Innocence: raped humanity
Yang be evil

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

In His Eyes

In his eyes I saw curiosity 
as he crawled towards his mother's warmth, bold
In his eyes I saw confusion
As she turned her back to him, cold

He was young and clueless
No idea of what his future held
As his mother mumbled on the phone
Gravelly voice, her cigarette smelled

In his eyes I saw rejection
On his knees begging for attention
In his eyes I saw apprehension 
Of oncoming sets of his mothers depression

He was taller now
but no strength in his bones
because no nutrients
can come from broken homes

In his eyes I saw fear
of being beat until he’s sleepless
In his eyes I saw shame
of broken bottles, spilling secrets

He wouldn’t bring home friends
cause his walls leaked with whispers
He couldn’t have a girlfriend
Without a place to kiss her

In his eyes I saw resentment
In his eyes I saw anger
In his eyes I saw myself
That’s when I knew he was in danger

I ran to his house
right across my fence
through the front door
tired of suspense

In his hands I saw a gun
In his eyes I saw nothing
And his mother holds her son
She thought he was bluffing

Copyright © Mckenzie Boyer | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |


mama how do i tell you its bad again
how the voices are telling me its okay to hurt
they want me to fall
to fall from the top of buildings 
and not get up
but don't worry mama
i plan to shut them up

mama how do i explain how the pain has returned
all you wanted was me to be better
i tried and tried and tried and tried
but in the end, the crazy won
they drive me crazy to no end
i want to make it stop 
but don't worry mama
i have a plan

mama i cant tell you how it feels
to be sunken to the depths of earth
angels are soaring above me
but their happy gazes hurt
i need this incessant chatter to go
to hurt me, to hate me 
it all feels so real
but don't worry mama
it wont soon

mama i can see the look in your eyes
it hurts me too that this is goodbye 
cant you see this is the only way 
for the voices to vanish but my body stay
goodbye and farewell 
ill miss you so much
but don't cry mama
ill be better now

Copyright © Ursula Black | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Suicide or Murder

I see a lady walking down the street
Two children in tow, looking so sweet
Looking like the perfect family we know
But they have no place to go

Her lips are bruised, and she has marks on her pretty face
A face so battered, still trying to maintain grace
Walking away from her pain into the vast unknown
Away from the violence and humiliation she has known

Tears stream down her face, while she curses her fate
No one to help her in this land of hate
To feed her children she raises her hands to beg
All the while wishing that she was dead

The children look bewildered, trying to figure out their ordeal
Looking hopefully at their mother, little glances they steal
Trying to gain strength, to face a world full of deceit
But all they see in her eyes is defeat

There isn't a living soul to help you, oh! Mother
People don't care, about you they don't bother
All the world does is make you and your children cry
Even if they could help you, they'd never try

The world watches as you go by
Looking determined, with a glitter in your eyes
As though you have a solution which you will try
I pray that you fight to live, and not try to die

The loud noise of a passing train breaks the silence
I run towards a gathering crowd, and I am stunned by the vision
Three faces, six limbs, scattered guts and blood
Eyes staring into eternity, looking alive though dead

I see a small smile chiseled on your face, oh! Mother
Your children will never face any evil, ever
I have lost direction, my sanity, my health
Seeing you and your children, sleeping in the arms of death

Copyright © Manoj Kumar | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |

A Mothers Gift of Suicide

Each drop that lay congealing.Hardened pools of hearts blood feeling.Stacked higher to a ceiling which is seemingly without end or sight of this sorrow swelling.I can't stop or staunch the sound of silence so keenly suicidal.Tapestries hung from the seething keening.See this warp and weft of weeping.Broken languidly so looming of a thread cut selfishly assuming.She took Her Life.The selfless one S
he gave to Me,when the Daughter that I am to Her,She who bore and gave to Me.The very same,exactly like in every way,each drop by drop . Lifes very blood I hold in keeping a Thrumming of My Mothers Weeping.Oh Mother Wherefore Art Thou?Dost Thou Hear Thy Childs Lament?In One Fell Strroke You Wasted Time.Every Moment That We Would Spend.The Only Thing of Worth To Me I See In Faded Things.Her Pictures are Like Memories That God Will Never Bring.As Answers Heard on Dead Deaf Ears, a Cacophony of Screams ,are all I ever Hear.Sorrowed Horrors That I Bear, Tolling Woe and Days of This Despair.My Mother Bequeathed to Me the Day She Thought To Teach Me the Only Answer That I Contemplate When I Feel That Lifes Unfair.I Think This Day I'll Take This Gift She Gave To Me When I Was Born.Born Up On My Cold Dead Hands and Show The Way She Truly Taught Me Truly How To Care. A Mothers Gift Of Suicide James Patrick Kail Tuesday November 6th 2012

Copyright © jamesp kail | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Angel wings

Late at night
They were all alone
Getting in their car
Ready to go home

One rifle, two cries
One dead, one hospitalized

Little girl on a gurney, trembling knees
Prays to God, begging please
"I love my mom don't take her, no!"
"If you take her, with her please let me go."

Angel girl lost her wings
Through her troubled years
Beautiful kid, lost her soul
Where did that sweet little girl go?

Boys and drugs corrupted her heart
What was bright and innocent, now turned dark
Many attempts in her short time
Still wishing that shot had took her life

Drunk and unsteady
Angel girl was all alone
She got in her car
Heading for "home"

Faster and faster
High from any dreams
When she crashed, late that night
No one heard her screams

Welcoming arms embraced her
She finally made it back to her home
God gave back the wings to his little girl
The one he's loved and always known

Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Suicide Note

This is the reason....
 Dear mom,
We never got along..
And you know that...
We constantly argue and disagree..
You make me feel like im a disappointment..
You made me feel as if i was never good enough.. 
You never made it seemed it like you actually cared..
 Dear Dad,
I know who you wanted me to be..
we used to not get along..
But now we do..
most of the time..
I know this is not who you want me to be..
I know this is not what you wanted me to do..
But i got no where to go..
You never seem to help..
 Dear the rest of the family
I know you are there for me..
But your reactions to what i do...
I just dont think i could deal..
I dont think you could help...
And i know you wouldnt understand..
 Dear Friends,
If i even dare call you that..
If you will care or not...
Even if you will notice...
I know some of you say your here for me..
But you dont understand..
I tried to tell one of you..
You just starred and wanted to tell everyone..
I am a human..
Im no different..
Im not some monster..
So i may be an outcast..
But does that really matter...
If only you could of helped me..
If only you didnt call me the names...
 Dear everyone,
Im sorry..
Im sorry for being a disappointment..
Im sorry for letting you down..
So that is why i have decided to leave..
So everyone will be happy..
Have a great life everyone..

Copyright © Sierra Biersack | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Driving a Minivan Into the Ocean

This is a news story stranger than any other. It’s about a suicide attempt by a pregnant mother. She wanted to kill herself and her three children. The thirty-two year old drove her minivan into the ocean. Hours before, the woman called her sister. Police were warned about the mother’s strange behavior. “Demons infest our house” is what the mother would say. She took her three children and speedily drove away. The event happened near the Florida town of Daytona Beach. Fortunately, there were two brave men within their reach. Just as the tide was carrying the floating vehicle away, the men rushed in to rescue the family and save the day. From a news story found on aol.com

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |

love starved

If love is a hunger.Then my heart is 
empty.The pains run deeper then 
the pacific ocean floor.So many 
lovers my heart feels like a revolving 
door.I ask my mother to feed me 
cause i    hunger for her love .She 
gave me the left over scraps from 
my sisters and brother.barely 
enough to stop the pain.I ask my 
father to feed me and he only feeds 
my mother ,and when he 
remembers that I have no love he 
says hes fresh out.I asked my 
husband to  feed me .But he cant 
even make food.He gives me a 
dinner mint of lust .It disappears as 
soon  as it touches my 
lips.Countless lovers taking from an 
already starved heart. The inner 
parts of my heart consumed by the 
love given but never received.My 
heart is just and empty hollow lining 
.So empty the hunger pains can 
never be felt again.

Copyright © Sophia Jenkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Another Year On

So many things that go around,
Yet in this crowd there is no sound,
The world seams dead and void inside,
And I can’t seem to run and hide.

I hear her screaming out for help,
She gives a final wounded yelp,
She hits the floor and eyes turn black,
Now she knows she can’t turn back.

Those left behind hide up and die,
No one ever wants to cry,
The tears of blood cause too much pain,
Our poisoned hearts are not the same.

As your body dissolves to ash,
The whole world changes in a flash,
No more happiness for us to share,
No more mother to love and care.

Copyright © Katanna Boleyn | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

Don't say Never

I'm never gonna make you cry, when you hit me. I'm never gonna make you first in my life. I'm never, ever gonna, make you fear me. I'm never gonna make you feel like your not loved. I'm never ever gonna make you cry out loud. I'm never ever gonna make you feel unwanted in any way. I'm never gonna manipulate you, I'm never gonna make you someone you don't want to be. I'm never ever gonna yell at you, or swear at you or make you go crazy. I'm never gonna make you hurt so bad that you sweat tears. I'm never gonna break your heart or break your soul. I'm never gonna say I love you and not mean it. I'm never gonna make you feel trapped inside. I'm never gonna make you feel like your nothing in life.
Comment: about my poem I wrote,
Don't let any man or woman ever make you
Feel less than because you are who you are
Your somebody that deserves better, your somebody
That deserves to live in this world.

Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |


I never realized words, they were my remedy
From adolescent years, on a pen and paper flowing
Once I had a notebook, disappeared without me knowing
Scared of the world, finding out what I was doing

Written scars matching, the ones close to my veins
Many pages that were torn, so many tears cried in vain

Turning wet pages, I tore up quite a few
When it got so real, To God I pleaded to

Feeling unanswered, questioning our Holy Master
In the mist of my depression, I could hear the Devils laughter

Finding my reflection, I knew I had it in me
Looking at the lessons, this life was giving to me
Taking it upon myself, Those things I began changing
Being motivated by a life, In meeting my first baby

Leaving it to my strength, I got up and tried again
Looking down at my wrist, I began to repent
Picking up a Pen and Paper, with my thoughts time spent
Gaining strength as my ink bled, The Devil was Hella bent
Giving it all to the Lord, For this gift thats Heaven sent
Till this day transforming, those things I do not regret

Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

Untitled 13

There's no through road so
with iced courage and steeled breath
She opens each scarlet line,
watching each blank page wave in the wind.
She renounces, orphaning it through self sacrifice and,
through Her crimson puddles,
She sees the barren paths- untrodden-
retreat as the oven scolds the cake inside.
It leeches, and Her skin, the colour of sour milk,
is creaming, each foam washing away the marked gold sand.
It's too late, the clock's already struck and chimed
for the still unborn - stillborn unborn.
Enclosing, the bud swallows the bee,
it's shallow heart fading,
like the bleaching sun drying the caterpillar.
She collapses, clasping, dragging Her burden with Her

Copyright © Daniel Dixon | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |


Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh, 
Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words 
can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some 
actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved. 
Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or 
actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can 
make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or 
leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you. 
So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my 
friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.

Copyright © Chelsea Ouellette | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Dark Light

 Sometimes I feel like falling,
 Or drowning in the rain,
Sometimes I feel like cutting,
To see her face again.
The Shadows of a darker mind,
Twist, confuse and lie,
I never did understand why she had to die,
I see her face in haunting dreams,
Or looking back at me,
She seems to root me to the ground,
When all I want is to flee.
Her morbid beauty chases me,
Like vulchers around meat,
Her stone cold ear upon my chest,
To cocxe my finel beat,
Amogst this all is one smart ray,
A dimond in the mist,
That hold me close to take away,
The razor at my wrist,
The dark and light confuse my brain,
There never ending war,
Mother I love you and always will,
But James I love you more. 

Copyright © Katanna Boleyn | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |


He went to school 
but didnt follow the rules
Didnt do what his mother told him to
so everyone called him rude

before he could get expelled
he dropped out
because he knew he failed
couldn't get a job
he could barely spell
so now he is in and out of jail

on the corner selling rocks
stashin money in his socks
on the door his enemy knocks
he fell to the floor
because he'd been shot

couldn't bring back those precious years
couldn't see his reflection in the mirror
his mother couldn't fight back her tears
her only son dying that was her fear

his short life flashed through his head
when he realized how much he'd bled
a few tears he had to shed
for the careless life that he had led

he shreeked out,I dont want to die
his voice got faint, then he started to cry
i promise i'll change', I wont even lie
i wont drink and I wont get high

his mother screamed, please let him live
he didnt know he's just a kid
has she holler's to her son, this cant be it
the ET workers start to rush in

they ran him out on the stretcher
blood still drained from his fracture
the time he had to live, was hard to measure
now he remembers all the lectures

he closed his eyes as they tried to revive him
but they knew he was dead
the loud noise of urgency, turned to silence
and no more was said 

THINK about your DESICIONS today
because you might not make it to tomorrow!!!

Copyright © Lauren Patton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

a wife and mother's despair

Elegant neck, 
long neck.
If it is cut, 
the blood feels warm, 
running in the hands,

Dizzy head, 
all becomes black.
She is the light of my life.
An immense sadness fills my chest.
Sadness, because I won't see her anymore.
Sadness, because I would move away from her,
because I would no longer exist,
and I could not... 
listen her laugh again, 
smell her hair again,
feel her hugs again,
I could not listen again "mom, I love you".

The immense sadness would last only seconds,
then it would no longer exist.
No more pain,
no more happy memories, 
no more sad memories.

I don't want to lose her!
The blood feels warm in the hands,
but it is just in my mind.
My body stays here,

There is no freedom,
no dignity.
My dreams are hostages of the selfish tyrant.
My life is in his hands.

I want to stick my head out of the water,
get some air, 
I want to be able to breath.
It suffocates me.
I want to have hope again. 
I need it.
I need to have strength again.

Copyright © Clementine Hope | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |


In my dreams I see her face,
Her smoky presents I almost taste,
Her empty eyes cut to my heart,
Her bloodless hands tear me apart.

She speaks my name with ice blue lips,
Her hollow voice with venom drips,
She grabs my face so I can see,
She is never free of me.

I wake up and I look around,
I hold my breath at any sound,
It felt so real and now I see,
What her passing did to me.

I’ll try to free her lonely sole,
This will be my life time goal,
Then I’ll sleep the whole night through,
And she will rest forever to.

Copyright © Katanna Boleyn | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

When Your Daughter is a Victim

 When Your Daughter is a Victim

When your daughter is a victim,
you tip-toe around your words,
you avoid the subject,
you become fearful for her.

When your Daughter is a victim and she lied to you about it
for seven years.
you feel guilty as you see her struggle to face her inner demons.
You stand speechless, not knowing what to say as you watch her crumble in front of you.
you feel helpless that in that moment seven years ago,
you believed what she said when you asked.

When your daughter is a victim,
you can never look at the same way.
you try but to you she looks like that 14 year old girl,

When your daughter is a victim you try to get her father to open up and talk to her about it,
but he wont.
He feels like a failure because he let such a terrible thing happen to his baby girl.
he pulls away.
He shows no support.

When your daughter is a victim you push and you reach out as much as you can because it hurts to see her in so much pain.
you feel horrified that such a thing could take her to the point,
the point that she wanted to take her own life.

When your daughter is a victim,
you do your research so you can try to know exactly what to say when she needs it the most.
you seek justice for her but she won't let you.
you raised her to be proud.

When your daughter is a victim you take matters into your own hands.
you don't want it to happen to anyone else, so you tell the principal of that highschool.
She is furious, angry, but she wont tell you.
she knows you came from a place of love and fear.

When your daughter is a victim you do everything you can to make it right.
to pick up her pieces that are scattered across the ground.
you try to put her back together and turn her back into that sweet innocent 14 year old she was before her boyfriend raped her.

When your daughter is a victim,
she wont let you because she is happy with who she has become,
that strong confident 21 year old woman who bears her scars 
with PRIDE

-Victoria/ 2016

Copyright © Victoria Payne | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |



same face
same tits
same flytrap
same ass
after insecurity.

her ass hangs low
with one ass cheek
bigger than the other.
her flytrap is shaved
consistently to keep
the flies coming back.
her face is thinning
and worn.
she’s living her addiction.

she takes her time 
getting ready, makeup, 
hair, lingerie, all to 
present herself as an 
honorable woman with class, 
then she returns home, 
flytrap wider and deeper 
than before, the smell of 
paste and spit go with her 
to her bed.

she opens up for 
each one,
one after another
without thought.

she’s addicted to the 
cock because she’s 

she’s used up.

her life, her body, 
her children, nothing 
matters to her.

she’s an addiction 
for the addicted 
and addicted to her addiction.

the young whore I know:
same face
same tits
same flytrap
same ass

same insecurity.

By: Chicano Eddie

Copyright © CHICANO EDDIE | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Windy Monday Mourning

The sun's face a shapeless grey In my heart I know it has to be this way One less child now I hold an open space Not tears or shame or sadness can replace The not knowing and distant feeling Now replaced by the road to distant healing From moment to moment the jagged line Between I’m okay and I ‘m doing fine Cuts through the lies to find the story Where no amount of saying I’m sorry Can turn the tide of a mother’s pain Or stem the tide of sobbing refrain The days pass by in a blur of why Did he have to choose this way to die Was he trying to make me feel his loss Or just prove to me that he was boss No matter because he left no sign Of his desires or his design Just a clutter of life not even half spent And sordid traces of messages not sent Few friends came to hold his memory or say goodbye It was like they knew that he wanted to die And they let him feel his way to the fall And crush his life in a final heed to the call Now we hold the empty frame With no pictures to put with your name And beg for another story to tell One that doesn’t end up in hell

Copyright © Armand Delisle | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Nothing is left

When friendship has lost its meaning.
When your child doesn't hug you.
When love is just a word taken from fantasy books.
When "I love you" is the most painful lie someone has ever told you.
When the past smiles and laughs are a strong proof of your stupidity and gullibility, thinking all was fine, but those were just more lies.
When you are a such total failure that you couldn't keep a family together.
Nothing is left.
You are no longer a (good or even useful) mother.
You can't offer anything as a woman.
You have no value as a human being.
Nothing is left.
There's only the wish that you no longer exist and the pain is gone.

Copyright © Clementine Hope | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

The Chalk Cliff Over The Seaton Bay Wilderness

Lately, I've heard many stories of teens
taking plunges into the pristine waters,
but some just sit chatting with their peers...  
while someone is contemplating suicide with blank looks;
Billy was one of them, perhaps the wildest one...
he never listened to his parents, they worried for his son!

The chalk cliff over the Seaton Bay wilderness 
is a favorite spot for kids who are disobedient and violent;
life means nothing to them, their curiousity is intense:
dying is a cool adventure, just to have their names in print!

I met billy's mother who mourned her loss hiding her rage,
" My youngest son was a darling! " and holding his picture
lots of tears fell on that tender, sweet and innocent image;
" I warned him to keep away, he thought I was insane! "

I returned the next day to write an article about 
the dangers that these kids faced daily, by they still swimmed
and had forgotten that their friend had died hitting a fishing boat;
now, a sign reads, " No Swimming. " Will it be heeded?

The chalk cliff over the Seaton Bay wilderness reminds all of fright:
a grave for a teen who defied fear and ventured in perilous waters;
a candle vigil is held on the anniversary of Billy's death, candles and stars
flicker while eyes look up and hearts pray in the stillness of night!  

Written on 8/29/2017

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017