My tears soak the paper I pen
choking on my words intermittently
smudged ink dragged across the paper
drowning in tears of sorrow
grey and black, shades my world
pain filling chambers of my heart
throbbing veins freeze my body numb
I walk away from the table
feeling the wound will never heal.
On returning to my chair
I lift my hand to finish what I write
on the last light of day I see
his reflection shining through
a mirror of innocence,
as I gazed thinking why him?
as this grieving has become
my achilles heel,
which no parent should suffer.
2010
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