Seasons of a Mother by Janell R. Ward
1.
Evening lights pop on in the city.
Gray comfort settles in.
Night lights flicker in the tired pupils.
A mother sings, kisses her prince's soft forehead,
Tucks him into blue sheets,
as weighty eyelashes fall on his little clean face.
Tonight mother snuggles on the pillow case.
Tomorrow she will take him to the park
And play among the flowers of the field.
2.
Evening lights pop on in the chapel.
Gray faces accompany the cortege.
Candles flicker in the weary tears.
A mother cries, kisses her prince's cold forehead,
Tucks him into the blue coffin.
Heavy lashes rest on his stiff skin.
Tonight mother collapses upon the casket rack.
Tomorrow she will take him to the graveyard
And lay down beside him flowers of the field.
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