<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mother's Grief</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are no sorrows <br>Like a mother's grief</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one can ever know<br>And it is never brief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pain she carries<br>Is like daily death</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though memory buries<br>She cannot forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where would she run<br>For a healing balm? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tears for a lost son<br>Though shed, could not calm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A baneful mother's heart <br>For the death was so tragic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It had torn her apart<br>And for justice they seek</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pray her son's killers<br>Be caught to serve time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heal this grieving mother<br>Knowing they pay the crime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">--------</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This poem was about my friend, a mother whose son was brutally stabbed to death by two drug addicts while he was working late at night driving a tricycle. He was father to two small children.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Cynthia+Buhain-Baello">Cynthia Buhain-Baello</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359352" data-title="A Mother's Grief de Cynthia Buhain-Baello" data-description="There are no sorrows Like a mother's grief No one can ever know And it is never brief. The pain she carries Is like daily death Though memory buries She cannot forget. Where would she run For a healing balm? Tears for a lost son Though shed..."></div> </div> </div>

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