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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/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"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There are no sorrows <br>Like a mother's grief</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No one can ever know<br>And it is never brief.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The pain she carries<br>Is like daily death</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Though memory buries<br>She cannot forget.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where would she run<br>For a healing balm? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tears for a lost son<br>Though shed, could not calm</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A baneful mother's heart <br>For the death was so tragic</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It had torn her apart<br>And for justice they seek</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I pray her son's killers<br>Be caught to serve time</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heal this grieving mother<br>Knowing they pay the crime.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">--------</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Cynthia+Buhain-Baello">Cynthia Buhain-Baello</a></strong></div>

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