For AnaA Poem by Father Mojo
I’ll never forget your mother crying,
Collapsing under the weight of her grief, When she saw you so still, so cold, lying lifeless, moaning how your life was so brief. The bright morning star, rising at dawn" A shining star that will shine no longer. Somehow, your emotions made you their pawn; We thought you were strong, but they were stronger. And now it’s all over"it’s just over! That’s the most honest thing that can be said, Your home will now be beneath the clover; Your soul at home in the land of the dead. I wonder when I will ever make sense Of referring to you in the past tense... © 2010 Father Mojo |
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Added on February 19, 2010 Last Updated on February 19, 2010 AuthorFather MojoCarneys Point, NJAbout"I gave food to the poor and they called me a saint; I asked why the poor have no food and they called me a communist. --- Dom Helder Camara" LoveMyProfile.com more..Writing
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