Mother

Wednesday, December 31, 2008 [[I entered this in an online contest; the topic was "mother and/or nature."]]

Sweat burned her brow

This silent ritual,

Ridiculous it seems!

The white of the room,

Strangely calmed her,

Regardless her heart pounded,

An unmentionable pain searing through her body.

People surrounded her,

People she didn't know,

But decided to trust with not only her own life,

But�




The room went blank.




She awoke what seemed shortly,

Uncomfortable as the sheets clung to her back.

And despite what her eyes saw as the bloody mass,

Her instincts took command,

Tear welling up in her eyes.




The piercing screams�

The unrecognizable features�

All perfect in the mothers' eye.

Reviews

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Beautiful.. Pen On.. Do u read mine 2 Time, Why? and who is a poet.. If possible then give ur reviews..

Regards,
Lucky