A MOTHER'S TEARS

There is no greater pain

than the loss of a child

An innocent being

brought into the world;

Conceived for a purpose,

and born to bring light,

to shine aglow,

and to bring joy to every mortal

that walks the earth

A child born to bloom;

Like a flamboyant

standing in the meadow

And the red roses

standing in the sun

But soon taken away

from the world,

and snatched from the nest of its mother,

A mother so longed

to be blessed,

and her prayers be heard

from the heavens

Her heart is broken

Her tears worsened

from the pain,

as they go wetting the ground

like a flowing river,

and a running stream

bound to flow

And shall it continue to be

Or her heart be healed

from her aching loss.....

~Ciara