A Mothers Sorrow

A Mothers Sorrow She sits forever removed from the shadows of her past. For her there is no darkness or light to define her soul. The winds of fury have been tamed to a gentle breeze, now the emptiness of silence is deafening. Sanity no longer exists in this world. There is no difference between white and gray. The line has either faded or was never there at all, perhaps created in the imaginations of the ignorant She cries As a cold tear runs down her face. she licks the salt from her lips though she can no longer feel or taste. Time stands still The echoes of her sons laughter, are carried away with the wind. Only the quiet remains forever. Brian K. Walters In Memory of little Jacob Dedicated to Kelly Goutremout