Mother's Day

the sun would not shine on her porch this day
darkness stood instead
uniformed bleakness
one labeled with salvation
how ironic,
he would not be saving her from anything
black death at her door
special delivery from across the seas

if i don't open the door and let them in
then their words do not exist,
and this nightmare will go away

a forced intimacy these 2 knew too well
daily dance with different partners
none never willing
yet their dance card remains full

the sun still refused to shine in 6ft deep shadows
she hugged crisp corners filled with deception in every fold
hoping to smell his sweetness again
squeezed so hard, blood seeped from its stripes
staining the ground
this cemetery of the brave
and now free

its all she had left
yet nothing she wanted...

much more to this piece...but regardless of the words, we have got to bring them home, and i don't mean in bodybags.
If you get a chance, watch the HBO special "Letters From Home"...keep your tissues near, and hug your children.