A MOTHER'S GRIEF

What a beautiful day!
Happiness inside the van
Traveling the road
Headed North to our property

How little time

Always with me in my heart

Death had come for you many times,
many times before.
But God would not allow it,
For he had so much

I lay here alone,
on cold concrete and stone,
my body broken and weak,
in recognition of my impending defeat.

Only pain and

Asleep,

Without my permission, they carved a small section

Saying it was out of need.

She looked so frail this strong woman,

My

A sonnet from the frontline.

When silence falls across this line,
I try to write a thought or two,
conveying heart felt, love