Ezna Stephna

(Suva Fiji)

Once Children Are Rifting


Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it’s out of her hand

Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless

Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse
There are my children intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!

Once children are rifting
It’s very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade``Deceased``

Submitted: Thursday, August 25, 2011
Edited: Friday, August 26, 2011

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