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

Cynthia BuhainBaello

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