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Like mother like son


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The night air blows

But she shows no signs of being cold

Yet the wrinkles on her face

Show signs her getting old

 

She stands in the cemetery

The smell of death and cheap perfume in the air

As she reads the name on the head stone

The winds blows her hair

 

It seems like yesterday

Yet the date was years before

Before her son gave life a last try

And closed the door

 

She remembers the screams of regret

What happened to her son

A young mother had lost her baby

Death had won

 

So she lays a dozen roses

And the rope that sealed his fate

She felt the cold hard stone

And read the boy's death date

 

The date read 1997

In the month of cold december

No one would see those roses

They all would soon forget her

 

She then walked to steps over

And read the next head stone

Shock filled the old womens eyes

This head stone was her own

 

She touched the cold head stone with care

And read the sad death date

She died on New years day

In 1998

 

Comments are greatly appreciated.

 

~Meagan~

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