A mother's tears

A mother's tears

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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When a life is lost in war. Someone is heart broken somewhere.

"

                                     


 


                             A mother's tears


There is nothing as beautiful as a mother and a child.

I watched a mother holding and singing to her baby.

"I love you my baby. No-one will hurt you.

Mama will buy a soft little bed to rest your small body."



Can we see beyond the color of the skin?

Will we hate because their religion is not same as ours?

Will we close our eyes to help someone in need

because the pain isn't ours to feel?



The mother looked out a window. She see a dirty city.

So many helpless people with no place to go.

She bring her baby closer and kisses her baby head.

She sings "I love you my sweet baby,

I pray for the day when the world is safe for you.

Everyone had a fair chance."



The rain drops are acid rain.

Violence is a normal thing in this world.



 Another soldier die.

Somewhere tears are falling for the soldier.

He was someone son who mother's tears will never stop.



























A young woman prayed.

"God, protect my baby for the world is cold and heartless.

keep my baby safe from the hate and violence.

Please lord of life and death allow my child to grow strong

and have a fair chance at a good life.

Lord keep my baby safe for she is my world
and I would empty and alone without her
."


 Tears falls from the young woman eyes.

The view from her window of a world falling apart.

She knew her tears for her baby has just began.



                           Coyote

                         Oct 2008

 

 

© 2011 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
We need a world where people are safe and we don't sent our children to war at eighteen to learn death before love and life possibilities.

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A young man here in N. Michigan was just 18 and died in Afghanistan. I live by the airport and learned his motorcade was going down my road.. I took my 17 year old son out there and we waited for them.. The faces, the tears, and the length of that procession was heart wrenching.. I cried for them all.. I so agree with you that they don't get a chance to learn life before they are hit with death..xxx Great write... and thank you for sharing..x

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Very touching, love the poem and think its very very sweet :) love to hear more poems like this, love the prayer at the end, i think its too sweet of the mother :) mothers are amazing and caring to their babies!

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Coyote, there is a saying in England, do not cry for those who are leaving this life, cry for those who are coming in, only a mother with a new born child would look out of the window and see the words of your poem are true, one can only hope that the law of Karma is a fact, Karmic Justice,eastern religion, reap what you sow Christian religion, very realistic poem, I really enjoyed reading it, thankyou Coyote Moonbeam

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This is a beautiful message, Coyote, especially the line about the mothers tears
for her baby has just begun.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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If only enough people cared like you and I and some others do, perhaps the planet Earth would not be about warring, drugs, street gangs and mother's killing their babies, but unfortunately the reality is "we are not safe anymore". Love has taken a back seat to violence.
You always have a wonderful way of showing your true feelings of caring and love in your work and I admire you for that. A lot of men are so blocked by their emotions. I'm amazed by the men here on Writer's cafe that have the ability intellectually and emotionally in their writings and to have the ability share their feelings.
Wonderful poem


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A powerful message
A vet out of night

A dwelling on a theme
As yet out of sight

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When I was a young boy, I went up to the historical Kohima World War-II cemetry to look at the graves of young English fallen soldiers. I cried loudly inside my heart. Can you imagine something like written on the stone,' Unknown soldier Known only to God. Aged -18' and some as young as 16....

Whenever I'm swarmed by duties and life's upheavels, I still visit the graveyard to soothe my soul. Thanks for sharing and caring. They were someone's only child or sons.

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That is just Beautiful
i say no more

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This is so touching.I love this poem, but only if this world was really safe for everyone.

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This is beautiful and poignant and so true.

Every time someone dies in war, I think "that was someone's child."

Anyone who is a parent feels this, and it crosses borders and religions and everything else.

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This was sweet and sad. I really enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing

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