Mother and Child

A lone dry tear caresses her
cheekbone,
it carries her (woman's) pain,
the weight of years it bears,
like a crow.
She is haunted by the loss,
of stars
in the dark (deep-blue) sky
her soul, raped by death,
consents.
She tries to speak, but her words
betray her
her heart beats, but without life
she sleeps
only to find herself awake,
mad grief!
She died her son's death
the grave
is left open, waiting
by numbers
the hole, is now home.