Stormy heart, blackened eyes.
Home torn apart under rainy skies.
Little one asks, "Why does Mommy cry?"
Big sister's answer, "I don't know why."
Yet Mommy stays and tells herself lies.
"It will get better." But still Mommy cries.
Stormy night. "No more," Mommy said.
Home torn apart, and now Mommy's dead.
They took Daddy away
from where she had bled.
Little one asks, "Why did Mommy die?"
Big sister's answer, "I don't know why,
but now Daddy's gone and Mommy won't cry."
2007-08-16
17:03:56
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