Tears of a Mother

Tears of a MotherWhat does it take?What would it take?What did it take?My son, my boy, my childMy tears are rivers of lossMy heart broken shattered lost and bound in a darkness so deep recovery will evade me till my last breathI can hardly breath my lungs are full of death, my heart is slowing stopping, pulsing to nothingAre you my baby, my second son that was given me from the loins of your father?Is it you, you my boy my darling child, my new born boy?Are you the child that would run and play and love and cuddle up close into my bosom before sleep, before you closed your eyes exciting about the next day and more new discovery?Are you my young son so full of hope, so loving and loved, so hopeful, so strong about life and what life was sharing with you?What did it take, how did it happen?My baby, my child, my son you are lost to a generation of those that have swallowed the lie that it is better to die a martyr than to live a life of goodThe lie that destruction is an outcome only God would approveThe lie that the carnage and destruction of another human is an action that almighty would bless you forMy son, my son, my sonLost generation, generation dissolve, generation deathWhat did it take my son to create your monsters?Who spoke to you?Who planted the seeds?Who watered the seeds?Who told you and you listened?Who approved you and you approved them?The blood of your forefathers, the blood of your fathers, the blood of your history would rise and cry at these destructions of yours.It was a lie and I am broken, rent in two, split apart never to be repairedMy own life stopped never to restart the day you did what you didHypnotisedMesmerisedA mind fertile and ready to be occupied by the thoughts of menMen that don't care for youMen that don't care for othersMen no longer to be called menDemonsDeath and the end of all things.I want you back, its all too lateI want you home, its all too lateI want my child, its all too lateI sit here alone looking into my thoughts, staring into a mirror asking what did I do wrong?My heart grows weaker as each second passesI am waiting for my own end, the end of my life has taken place I shall wait the finalityMy son my son my sonIf I could turn back the clock and carry you home I certainly wouldPain, pain, pain so much pain.I am a broken woman, a human that has lost her humanity, the mother that lost her son to themThem that know nothingThem that take al thingsThem that took my sonTears, tears, tearsI am broeknI am lostI am goneI want my babyI want my childI want my sonI shall cry tears until my final momentNOTE: Tears of a mother - post Boston bomb thoughtsAlan Forrest SmithFrom Alan Forrest Smith's Poetry