There are no sorrows
Like a mother's grief
No one can ever know
And it is never brief.
The pain she carries
Is like daily death
Though memory buries
She cannot forget.
Where would she run
For a healing balm?
Tears for a lost son
Though shed, cannot calm
A baneful mother's heart
For death was so tragic
It had torn her apart
Evasive justice they seek
I pray her son's killers
Be caught to serve time
Heal this grieving mother
Knowing they paid the crime.
This poem was about my friend, a mother whose son was brutally stabbed to death by two drug addicts while he was working late at night driving a tricycle. He was father to two small children.
All rights reserved~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~11.20.13
Weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning. He shall wipe away all tears from our eyes. The Bible Love and blessings, Rob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poet for a mother..her burden was too much and nothing can be explain by word...love this poet..