A Mother’s Resolve
Poetry | (0)
the wind breaks
a moment of resolve
the night can whisper now
she tells me she's alone
she can't see the stars
she says
her children walk upon her
but bastards they remain
they concede to their father
the patriarch of state
the man who never whispers
so the wind may never break
the night is getting colder now
she says she can't remain
under the guise of streetlights
and the endless wind of our age
i tell her there are some who care
who wish to keep her warm
but we are few in number
and we all are chained to the storm
and so she replies, without hindrance or cry,
"the only life worth living is the one where ...
