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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you took me back to grade school - late 60's - and the look on teachers faces as an uniformed naval officer would show up in class to escort some unlucky kid back to their obviously shattered mother . the teacher wouldn't be in much better shape either . f**k

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful! Emotionally stirring and a wonderful portrayal of a mother.

One correction... in your 4th stanza I believe you want "She 'sees' a dirty city" You only have see. My only critique.
Lovely piece :)

~Erinne

Posted 10 Years Ago


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So beautiful. This world is too filled with hate and revenge,
seems like hardly anyone notices the pain caused.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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A mother is a mother is a mother and we are all somebody's child. Excellent message beautifully conveyed. One feels by reading your poetry they see through your eyes and feel what you feel.
Sensitive yet strong.
Excellent. Thank you.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well, a good job you had put across. The poetry holds it's pain throughout the work, especially in the ending. Let's hope and pray for a world with no worries and war.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kind of sad as well as beuatiful. Veyr nicely written Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Emotionally haggering and a fantasticallyflowing piece, well done my friend, x

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was beautiful Coyote, and I agree kids shouldn't have to enlist right away when they turn 18. Amazing job!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


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