Mother

Whose child is that? I think I know
Their mother is quite sad though
It really is a tale of woe
I watch her weep and her tears grow

She gives her child a shake
And sobs until her tears make
The only other sound the break
Of distant waves and birds awake

The child lies in a heap
Her promises she could not keep
As for now she shall not sleep
She lies in bed while heavens weep

She rises from her bitter bed
With thoughts of sadness in her head
She idolizes being dead
Facing the day with ceasless dread

-Garvias Greenpot