I dedicate this poem here, this poem goes out to...
A crow cried today at dawn's break, cursed with...
Her heart beat on
As she laid in The Home...
My head rests gently upon your chest
as it slowly rises up and down...
I borrowed your old picture
I just couldn't help myself...
A young man
Whose mind was lost...
Not a day that passes I don't see your face...
your grin your laughter that carried us to another...
When the storm comes in, and the lightning...
I can hear you thunder, you're here tonight...
Snap.
My heart...
Tears well up and roll down to meet lips that form...
They tickle, they sting, they fight to believe...
*Written for Abed's Hunger Games Contest Round...
Sitting with Momma, the same place we always sit...
When I was young my son's life was severred from...
Then when older another son's life severred from...
I can't believe my eyes,
it's such a shame i have to say goodbye...