Pieta

Hopeful hopelessnessSadness caught in marble.He’s goneBut he’s hereIn my arms one last time.Let me look At his beautiful face.His perfect formI gave birth to.Gentle life-giving handsLegs that walked for all of us.Where are you my son?How can this painThis dreadful actEver be put right.How do I keep this in myHeartWhen You are the only one thatCould Fill it.My love, My sonMy life.Stay with me a little While longer.Keep the sun from setting.Stop the chill from Stealing you away.My love.My son.For all of us You said.You are gone.But you are here.