Silent Trumpet

This evening I was playing with verse again.  Rather badly but it conveyed my thoughts.  Isn’t it funny how so often we  see things in our mind and then suddenly, its in a verse.  Bear with me…

Silent Trumpet

it is a completely sad thing
the sight of a broken wing
sitting all day by the by
never taking to the sky

when children stay far away
sharing no part of the day
whose love their mother craves
instead is thrown to the waves

now, its more than time
when peace might be mine
should I pray they open their eyes
and forget they heard the lies?

or shall they stay as lain
and keep quiet my pain
and pray silently they see
the mother that is me

Kathy Ritchie, 11/3/2010

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