For a Song.
Only a Mothers Love.
A poem | Lyric | Grieving Loss While Parenting.
For a song,
She meditates.
Here daily, composed.
Her Babes Lullaby.
A Frequency. Arcadian Melody.
She Grieved with Hope.
From those Heavens to which God himself made —
for her Babes, to lay, and to rest after their final breath on their dying day…To a Depth only known by Our Ravenous Sea’s.
Eyes ablaze with excitement upon our faces; each.
Our skin raises in praises of Mother’s sweet grace’s.
For if only to be at ease…
Back home, showered, clean,
comfy.
With hopes of him; her only living one— to come home… finally!
All should agree. Though, memory distorted, this meaning of Temporary lived on.
Hanging onto something — Tangibly.
With hopes of their song to come along;
Do they not agree? Doesn’t anybody see?
He wants to come home to his Mommy! Substantially.
Standing free.
On top of what feels like a highest of mountains with this world…
