Dear Mother

A baby
conceived, born, grown, then buried.
How cruel to be robbed of the life you made.
How brutal to live with the pain of it,
your unconscionable cross to bear.
Every day drowning, suffering, praying for death.
He was yours, always yours,
and then he was his,
with a wife and four kids,
and now he’s just ashes.

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