God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
The Wall
The Wall
I pass by it everyday…the scar still fresh on the concrete wall.
It is the scene of life’s worst lesson of all.
Maroon and black colors dreadful and bleak.
A future once bright smeared in the streak.
My chest begins to tighten and my heart begins to ache.
My emotions begin to crack as if they are going to break.
Tears fall from my eyes and my breathing gets too fast.
It happens each time I have to go past.
Should I pull over…come to a stop?
Should I risk it…take a peek? Or will my view be blocked?
I already know the answer I will turn and look.
It is only natural…for as a mother my heart is like an open book.
This is the place our child was lost. Her life came to a halt.
Each time I pass I wonder was this really all her fault.
Perhaps this…or maybe if…is what runs through my mind.
Would she be alive today if we hadn’t been as blind?
My brain is wise and tells me “There was nothing anyone could do.
No one could have stopped it…Not him...not her…not you.
She tempted fate and lost it all. There is no one to blame.”
My heart…it says nothing for it still holds all the pain.
I pass by it everyday…the scar still fresh…
I pass by it everyday…the scar still fresh on the concrete wall.
It is the scene of life’s worst lesson of all.
Maroon and black colors dreadful and bleak.
A future once bright smeared in the streak.
My chest begins to tighten and my heart begins to ache.
My emotions begin to crack as if they are going to break.
Tears fall from my eyes and my breathing gets too fast.
It happens each time I have to go past.
Should I pull over…come to a stop?
Should I risk it…take a peek? Or will my view be blocked?
I already know the answer I will turn and look.
It is only natural…for as a mother my heart is like an open book.
This is the place our child was lost. Her life came to a halt.
Each time I pass I wonder was this really all her fault.
Perhaps this…or maybe if…is what runs through my mind.
Would she be alive today if we hadn’t been as blind?
My brain is wise and tells me “There was nothing anyone could do.
No one could have stopped it…Not him...not her…not you.
She tempted fate and lost it all. There is no one to blame.”
My heart…it says nothing for it still holds all the pain.
I pass by it everyday…the scar still fresh…
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The Wall
The Wall