Sorrow Is Her Daily Fare
She looked into the mirror and
it’s a stranger that she saw.
The cold blank eyes, the wrinkled hand,
she knows this girl no more.
She aged so on that warm June day
as she told her Son goodbye,
for he had traveled in harms way,
but why did he have to die?
The ice blue eyes that looked at her
from the mirror on the wall
looked straight ahead and could only stare
for they’d lost love most of all.
The skin is pinched now from the tears
that flow more every day
the face looked older than it’s years,
grief does that…that’s it’s way.
The girl that was his Mother
now looks so old and worn.
she has only his memories
that began when he was born.
Now sorrow is her daily fare
and a blankness in her eyes,
it’s from a death she cannot bear
it’s when a dear son dies.