She woke up
Softly kissed her son good-bye
As he still was sound asleep
She left for work before sunrise
Morning interrupted
Not good
School shooting
Her son an innocent victim
Life falls apart
Time passes
She wakes up
Rushes off to work
Rushes out of work
Rushes to the school
To pick up her son
He’s not there
She does this for days
Weeks
Months
Years
Hoping
That one day he will be there
Not Just Another Day
14 Jan 2013 15 Comments
by RoSy in Poetry- Sometimes With a Twist Tags: Child, Children, Death, Depression, Family, Grieving, Hope, Hurt, Life, Loss, Love, Mother, Parents, Routine, Sadness, Short Stories, Time
Jan 22, 2013 @ 11:36:09
So very real, it makes me feel their vulnerability, pain, and sadness after someone took their childs life away! excellent piece!
Jan 18, 2013 @ 11:17:55
RoSy, you conjure up such a scene – I keep wondering what do the other mums think, do, say when they see her. How many times must she do this before she becomes aware of them? Before their embarrassment makes her stop, the real world exerts a bigger influence than her remembered one?
Jan 16, 2013 @ 21:30:33
How often does a parent feel this way since the Sandy Hook shooting? A very riveting poem RoSy.
Jan 15, 2013 @ 19:14:24
¡Que tristeza, doloroso al máximo!
Jan 15, 2013 @ 16:48:21
This is for you http://yourinnerfeathersbyruby.wordpress.com/2013/01/15/blog-award-thank-you-a-million-times/ , many many hugs!
Jan 15, 2013 @ 12:39:05
Painfully powerful.
Jan 15, 2013 @ 09:27:40
You gave me goosebumps, so true though!
Jan 15, 2013 @ 08:29:04
Ow, this is so vivdly tragic.
The poor mother.
Jan 14, 2013 @ 23:54:52
too real
Jan 17, 2013 @ 23:15:59
Jan 14, 2013 @ 22:47:05
I could feel the pain.
Poignant.
love,
mei
Jan 14, 2013 @ 22:36:13
Heartbreaking… Scary
Jan 17, 2013 @ 23:15:36
The bad part is that it is so real
Jan 14, 2013 @ 20:53:05
I’m sure it’s a horrible feeling. You made those feelings real with your words.
Jan 17, 2013 @ 23:15:17
I just can’t begin to imagine…