Saturday, May 15, 2010
Mandy Woodmansy - Bowl of tears
The boy was beautiful, funny, caring, loving,
Wild, reckless, adventurous,
He whispered, “I wish you were my mother.”
Numbed then dead.
The mother clung to me, knowing, I knew, the treasure that was lost.
It felt like the saddest thing in the world.
Tears will dry.
Only the salt remains.