A mothers loss

 
In the void of night a mother whispers silent stories,

to her children on the ground beneath her.

Her fragile arms ache as the night howls its lullabies,

gently she leans over slightly

and weeps for her dear loss.

 

Darkened shadows comfort the grave of her daughters.

The coldness echoes like an uncomfortable cry,

and leaves her insides empty and hollow.

Alone she sways with the wind,

a solitary soldier

amongst the dead.

 

The heavens weep the tears of her beloved.

Struck with agony she screeches her final goodbyes.

As birds sing the final calling,

death sweeps her children away

underneath his cold wing.

 

She stands before the world frail and bare,

her children's ashes are scattered

beneath your feet.

Memories lost between cracked pavements

and meaningless gutters.