Poems

A Mothers Loss

I see a mother with a broken heart,

Once a month she wears this shirt for the reason of her broken heart,

Once a month she leaves flowers in certain spots,

Once a month she sits and lets the world stop.

See, this mother I speak of has lost her son.

The flowers that she leaves; are for her son, remembering his favorite spots,

The shirt she wears is in remembrance of her son

Every third week of the month the world stops, because she has lost her son.

All because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time sitting in his car.

A drive by happened spraying his car with shots

Two bullets piercing his lungs.

Seconds pass and nothing can be done.

Paramedics rush him to the hospital, but his song has already been sung.

His family arrives at the hospital asking for their son.

Doc nods his head and mom lets out a loud cry,

Her son is no longer with us.