A Mother's Broken Heart
A Mother's Broken Heart|
I live in the city of 'Broken Heart',
on the streets of Desperation and Despair;
The number on the mailbox has faded,
and is no longer there.
The house appears to be empty, but it's not.
Do come inside;
here you will be met with weeping.
This is where loneliness resides.
This dwelling, is full of pain from
words sharp as arrows that have
perforated it's heart.
The house is filled with darkness,
black as ebony,
Where once was filled with light;
Erstwhile the wonder of children's
laughter illuminated it's night.
The arena feels their absence;
they have taken their leave,
And not looked back, my soul rents;
I am desolate; who am I?
It's not their pity I seek;
I have not lain upon their threshold
my responsibilities, nor do I bespeak.
My head I have placed, once again,
upon the chopping block; I visit; I call.
God alone hears my prayers;
He lends His ear.
The ax of rancor finds it's target; It falls!
I hide the tears that wail up in my bowels;
It's time to take my leave;
my soul is filled with fear.
I quietly slip out of the door;
why should they care?
My heart is heavy as I wonder back
to the street of Desperation and Despair.
“What heinous crime did I commit?”
I mull it over and over in my mind;
Perhaps I misinterpreted motherhood,
Because it's definition wasn't clearly defined.
Who of us is without sin?
Let them throw the first stone.
The day will come when they will sit alone.
My days are numbered; my time draws near.
Of death I am not afraid,
For I know that God will wipe away every tear.
With Him I will not be dismayed.
None of us are assured of living another day.
Just like those, who have gone on before,
Death will have it's way.
© Janice Bumbalough Marler
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