With Compassion
A mother's tears
fall on the cheek of her sickly child's face
Her breast gives untasted milk
as he struggles for his life
But with compassion,
the mother presses on with a gentle nudge
Pushing the child's face deeper
into her bosom
Hoping against hope
to strengthen him with her own life force
The child lived,
God spared his soul
The mother died,
but not before seeing the child grow
With compassion,
he buried his mother on Mother's Day
Sick at heart, he knew it was time
for her to pass away
Although frail for much of his youth,
he was now sturdy strong as a bull
But he was weak this day,
in such an aching, sorrowful way
A son's tears
fall on the cheek of his dead mother's face
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