A Mother's Grief

There are no sorrows Like a mother's grief No one can ever know And it is never brief. The pain she carries Is like daily death Though memory buries She cannot forget. Where would she run For a healing balm? Tears for a lost son Though shed, cannot calm A baneful mother's heart For death was so tragic It had torn her apart Evasive justice they seek I pray her son's killers Be caught to serve time Heal this grieving mother Knowing they paid the crime. This poem was about my friend, a mother whose son was brutally stabbed to death by two drug addicts while he was working late at night driving a tricycle. He was father to two small children. All rights reserved~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~11.20.13