To Kris With Love
To Kris
I shall not count the nights when woes break down my door
Preying brutally on the affliction that corrupts my soul
I shall not count the tears that have dared to break my courage
Only the moments of bravery in the midst of this carnage
I shall not mourn for the evil that has befallen my womb
with words of darkness, despair, and impending doom
Instead I shall call out your name on my lips with utmost love
And carve out a memory as glorious as the skies above
My dearest son, your untimely passing has created a void
But a space filled with both anguish and a flicker of hope
And i shall not embrace my suffering as to kiss death's throne
For i know even in your passing you are back home
Loving you Eternally,
Your Mother
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