She Beckons
She Beckons
The storm outside....and within me yell
My child....wants me her story to tell
A tale.....of how I was pushed through hell
Before....they ruthlessly rung her death bell
The storm within me....gradually peaks
Someone deep within....screams and shrieks
Is that my child....or her dead mother in me
I search deep within....struggling to see
The looming dark sky....reflects my gloom
Watching, as my numb pain...I exhume
I remember....how she had been a part of me
Why couldn’t that way.... they just let us be
My pleas .....he pretended not to hear
She would be a burden .....he voiced his fear
That dark day..... I was not allowed to mourn
My bereavement......I had silently borne
But today she knows..... her mom is free
To shed tears each night .... in her memory
Even in slumber .....I just dream of her
Her memories cloud.... with wondrous force
Along comes.... my lingering remorse
That day.... she was too weak to fight
Why hadn’t I fought.... with all my might
Suffocated by my pain ....the sky pours out in rain
She smiles from the clouds ....beckons again