Finality.
Veiled is her cry so deep it lies
that when surrounded by other
emotions it captures and stifles
every tear for a while.
Silent it stays, hidden away and
eating the heart until the day it
explodes and starts uncontrolled
as shuddering whine.
Her grief emits moans with voice
which increases from low to wild
howls without abate.
It rocks her bowed frame under
the weight that shall never again
allow for restraint.
As awful abandonment takes over
her mind becoming a plea for hope
of appeasement she faces anguish
of death\'s finality.
Utterly sad is her bafflement once
let out with inconsolable questions
felt by bereft mothers in mourning
the death of an only child