Thursday, November 19, 2009

PIETA


PIETA


HOLDING HER CHILD
THE MOTHER SITS
REMEMBERING
LITTLE THINGS
LIKE HOW HAPPY SHE'D BEEN
WHEN THE CHILD HAD FIRST LISPED
MAMA
HOW JOYOUS SHE'D FELT
WHEN THE CHILD'S FIRST STEPS WERE TOWARD HER
STRANGE
HOW IN THIS HELL LAND OF WAR
A MOTHER CAN SIT
WITH HER DEAD CHILD IN HER ARMS
REMEMBERING

FRANK A VOLLMER

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