For Ana

For Ana

A 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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Father Mojo
Father Mojo

Carneys Point, NJ



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