By JessyKen:
A MOTHER’S TEARS I
There is no greater pain
Than the loss of a child
An innocent being
Brought into the world;
Conceived for a purpose,
And born to bring light,
To shine aglow,
And to bring joy to every mortal
That walks the earth
A child born to bloom;
Like a flamboyant
Standing in the meadow
And the red roses
Standing in the sun
But soon taken away
From the world,
And snatched from the nest of its mother,
A mother so longed
To be blessed,
And her prayers be heard
From the heavens
Her heart is broken
Her tears worsened
From the pain,
As they go wetting the ground
Like a flowing river,
And a running stream
Bound to flow
And shall it continue to be
Or her heart be healed
From her aching loss.
II – DEATH EATER
Motherhood;
Such a blessed ride,
Full of hopes and dreams,
Longed to be fulfilled,
Longed to be real!
Motherhood;
A joy-conceiving memory,
Full of expectations,
Having newborns conceived,
And brought into the world;
A world so big and bright,
But yet so new….
One so strange and demon-filled,
And creatures cursed to slay;
Bound to feed!
The cry of their mothers wetting the earth, their pains burning fiercely
At death’s matching feast…