SPIRIT
Dark night fell
When life's blood was spilt - cold
A last breath stolen - murdered
young
With no hand to hold
With no chance of growing old
Hearts broken
As Mother's spirit
Is softly spoken
Strong
Eyes focused through tears
Through years of emotion
With hopes alive
Doubled beyond jeopardy
Tides change
Roll ashore
New waves surface
And in sails justice
Dave D Poet Rhumour
Mon 27th Feb 2012 14:35
A sad tale Mike - parents losing a child of any age must experience a void that can never be filled... Best wishes, Dave