Yesterday I did not post-- but does not mean that I did not write! I have been mulling this one over for a little while; a combination of pleasure and pain. Just an FYI on the photo... it is entitled: Reflections of a QueenShe entered the grocery store
With her little boy on her right hip
As she stared into his eyes
Her husband's eyes shone back perfect
He sat in the front of the cart
As his Mommy strolled the aisles
And his little tiny hands outstretched
Toward all the most colorful of items
He beat on the puffy bags of granola
His amusement and pleasure evident in his smile
"Mommy!", he laughed
While swinging his feet happily and wild
She smiled at her son
And lightly kissed his cheek
Gathered fresh grapes
For this time of the year, they were sweet
Realizing the need for more applesauce
She continued her grocery shop
Several containers were needed
For her son liked them alot
Constantly complimented
On the beauty of her little one
For a blend of this woman and man
What a comb-i-na-tion
This miracle created in the eyes of the Father
With a husband who loved her so
Now done at the register with payment
To their vehicle they would go
He sits quietly and content
Talking to his favorite Bear Ben
After loading up the car
She carefully fastens him in
She pulled onto the street
Thinking of her home and her husband waiting there
Ever wanting his love and presence
And family time to share
But, to her surprise, she was unable to reach the
end of the block
Her car rolled to a hard stop as her ears registered the familiar
ring of gun shots
Ahead she saw a man run
His faced blurred because it happened too fast
The silhouette of a young female steps off into the street
and out of the grass
Though the young Mother knew danger to be nearby
She couldn't help but run to this woman's aid
Within a second, she was by her side
She stared in horror at the gaping wound in her stomach the bullets made
She covered her mouth in shock
Staring at the horror with wide eyes
She knew from that day forward
There would be nothing that would be able to remove
her dying cries
A pool on the pavement ran red
No longer was a it black
What the young Mother wouldn't give
To rewind time a few moments back
It was at this time she too began to feel warmth and pain all over--frantically thinking, "But I'm not the one!"
So she ran the few feet back to her car
To check on her smiling son
As his laughter filled her ears
Her eyes darted to the woman on the ground
Then she bolted up in a deep sweat
She was at home in her bed once reality had been found
The warmth and the pain, still however remained
In the bathroom the light would reveal
That the puddle of blood had not been fabricated
Its remnants on her gown were cold and real
Her son, not yet born-- very little time to go
His life was now lost, never his face did he show
She cried out in agony for the smiling son she had just kissed
He had come, and he had gone
Already, he was missed...
BLF 4/17/2009 ©
