His Momma sits on her front porch,
Rocking away in her little old rocking chair,
Looking up into the dark sky filled with bright shining stars,
For the stars are our witnesses,
They witness anger,
They witness the happiness,
Tears,
And even laughter,
They witness marriage,
They witness divorce,
Graduations,
And even deaths.
As his Momma rocks away on her little old rocker,
She stares at the brightest star,
For that star witnessed a heart breaking event,
An event that changed her life forever.
The night was warm,
The sun just set behind the horizon,
Her son playing in the front yard with his toy cars he just got for his 5th birthday,
Laughter filled his mothers ears as she was just along the house finishing planting her last flowers,
Then a horrifying noise filtered the air,
The stars are our witnesses,
For this bright start witnessed a childs death,
And the murderer roll away in his car,
With the smell of gun powder filtering the air.
She sat beside her son,
Holding his little lifeless hand,
Tears streamed down her stained cheeks like water falling from a waterfall,
For the angels must of felt his mommas sorrow,
for they let lose their tears as well.
The stars are our witnesses,
They witness funerals,
They witness the tears.
Before leaving her son,
She knelt down,
Softly touched the ground,
And before standing again she laid five roses where he shall sleep and said.
