James Jarrett

Freshman - 645 Points (1963 / California)

Layla M. Conley - Poem by James Jarrett

Let your children grow cold
Cold and hard as stone
Let your hot tears never fall on their skin
Let them go to the ground
Alone and without you
May your sorrow and grief
Never see them again
Never give the last goodbyes
May you be given as you have given
Not a measure more
Nor a measure less
May grief and misfortune
Follow you for what you have done
For you have forsaken a mothers love
And denied her
Her dead son

Topic(s) of this poem: death, hate


Poet's Notes about The Poem

There is nothing more despicable than to deny a mother her goodbye to her only son. A funeral held in secret with the only intent being harm while she weeps into a baby blanket. Sometimes I can't believe the depths of depravity that people will go to to be vindictive.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2015



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