This poem was inspired by a conversation I had with a friend Sunday afternoon.
There is no title, simply because none came to mind.
i have seen my mother cry
a mother who was never to be for me
i have seen the tears my
mother shed a life that i never
lived to see
i have seen the charred
and burnt scars discarded
and one choice silenced my voice
another birthed in me air
i have seen what was to be
and now i live in what is