In Time of Need I am posting this.

For three days the Goddess Cries

Three days for each who dies.

Time of burials, the sun shines bright,

as She greets the souls, new to her sight.

A Mother, her toddler, and Baby too,

Needless deaths, year oh so very few.

Lost, afraid, and forever out of her place,

Mother's Mask slips madly from her face.

Lost in herself, ready to give up the good fight,

Afraid of lonelyness, regardless of what's in sight.

Forever now out of her suppressed, silent misery,

Together her, the toddler, and so precious baby.

As the funeral hour soon draws near,

I pray to the Goddess, please may she hear.

Free this Mother, from her terrible earthly binds,

Allow her anewed strength for her new lines.

R.

9-5-2003

Rest in Peace

Courtney

I know it isn't going to bring anyone back, but perhaps knowing that others have lived with the pain will help to ease some one else's.

Blessing to You All

Rachel