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Author Name: Freependeriki 2 Comments
Date Added: March 14, 2012 14:03:20 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Free Verse
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Will there be a mother this night
lost in this desert of dreams
Staring at Stars lost and seared blind
in a high sky without end
We follow from the time of birth
and cry for her at the time of death
What will we ask before the dawn comes
to hold and cleave to warm bones
Suckling from the breast of life
before a fire of redemption

Will she speak in whispers
to quell the cries of hungers pang
On a God forsaken shore she stands
waiting for the pains of loss
What will we say for her
that can ease the cold forboding
that this World of Nature's wonders
is a cold forbidding place
What do we demand of her
that she must give all she has

A heart torn in a birth of pain
A child brought forth from agony
And in shadows beneath a dead Moon
she stares at the shredded sky
while a child sleeps a sleep of dreams
There is but one small candle glowing
beneath a million shrouds of blackness
But will there be a Mother in the nights
for every child who bleeds a tear
crying in the dark

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Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on March 18, 2012 06:03:40 PM Report

This reaches way deep inside my heart.... I always worry about my children and there grown now but I still worry!!

 WE are just made that way!! *****

 Always a pleasure to read my friend....

 ~ Scarlett

Comment By: FreeTomahawk on March 15, 2012 07:32:34 AM Report

A mother cries and dies a thousand times for her children. Or else, they wouldn't be who they are, caring, loving and selfless. Usually.... Well done, Tom.




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